That From Small Fires Comes Oft No

They That Know One Another Salute A Farre Off.

When A Friend Askes, There Is No To Morrow. [when A Friend Asks, There Is No To-morrow.]

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

Some Make A Conscience Of Spitting In The Church, Yet Robbe The Altar.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.