Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.

Curtesie on one side only lasts not long.

Mony refused looseth its brightnesse.

Serve a noble disposition, though poore, the time comes that hee will repay thee.

Who hath a Wolfe for his mate, needes a Dog for his man.

A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold.

Great strokes make not sweete musick.