The devil makes his Christmas-pie of lawyers' tongues and clerks' fingers.

Even the tired horse, when he comes near home, mends pace: be good always, without weariness, but best at last; that the nearer thou comest to the end of thy days, the nearer thou mayest be to the end of thy hopes, the salvation of thy soul.

The devil makes his Christmas-pie of lawyers' tongues and clerks' fingers.

The covetous man is like a camel with a great hunch on his back; heaven's gate must be made Higher and broader, or he will hardly get in.

Alas! that the farthest and of all our thoughts should be the thought of our ends.

There is no coming to heaven with dry eyes.

Our mind is where our pleasure is, our heart is where our treasure is, our love is where our life is, but all these, our pleasure, treasure, and life, are reposed in Jesus Christ.