The Offender Never Pardons.

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening

Giving Much To The Poore, Doth Inrich A Mans Store. [giving Much To The Poor Doth Increase A Man's Store.]

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut Off.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.