Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

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

Though God Take The Sunne Out Of The Heaven, Yet We Must Have Patience.

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.