To a child all weather is cold.
The life of spies is to know, not bee known.
The wrongs of a Husband or Master are not reproached.
The rage of a wild boar is able to spoil more then one wood.
Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme valleys.