Evils have their comfort, good none can support.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.
Drought never brought dearth.
Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney.
Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.