Helpe Thy Selfe, And God

All Keyes Hang Not On One Girdle.

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

Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

The Hard Gives More Then He That Hath Nothing.

Folly Growes Without Watering.