Pleasing Ware Is Half Sold.

Forbeare Not Sowing Because Of Birds.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

It's More Paine To Doe Nothing Then Something.

To Take The Nuts From The Fire With The Dogges Foot. [to Take The Nuts From The Fire With The Dog's Foot.]

To Buy Deare Is Not Bounty.