Love Makes All Hard Hearts Gentle.

The First And Last Frosts Are The Worst.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Valour That Parlies Is Neare Yeelding. [valor That Parleys Is Near Yielding.]

You Cannot Hide An Eele In A Sacke.

That Which Sufficeth Is Not Little.