He That Will Learn To

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

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

Praise A Hill, But Keepe Below.

Hee That Is In A Towne In May Loseth His Spring.

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.