Such A Saint, Such An Offering.

A Litle Wind Kindles; Much Puts Out The Fire.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

To Speake Of An Vsurer At The Table Marres The Wine.

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