Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.