No Love Is Foule, Nor

He Thinkes Not Well, That Thinkes Not Againe.

He That Hath No Good Trade, It Is To His Losse.

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

There Is A Remedy For Every Thing, Could Men Find It.

When A Lackey Comes To Hells Doore, The Devills Locke The Gates.