No Love Is Foule, Nor Prison Fair.

All Feete Tread Not In One Shoe.

Good Is God, But Better Carries It.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

Love Without End, Hath No End, Says The Spaniard: (meaning, If It Were Not Begun On Particular Ends, It Would Last).

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.