That Is Gold Which Is Worth Gold.

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

Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

Who Is The Honest Man? He That Doth Still And Strongly Good Pursue To God, His Neighbor, And Himself Most True: Whom Neither Force Nor Fawning Can Unpin, Or Wrench From Giving All Their Due.

The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.

He Lives Unsafely, That Lookes Too Neere On Things.