Paines To Get, Care To Keep, Feare

Sweet Discourse Makes Short Daies And Nights. [sweet Discourse Makes Short Days And Nights.]

He That Feares Leaves, Let Him Not Goe Into The Wood.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

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

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.