Love Makes All Hard Hearts

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]

Hee Looseth Nothing, That Looseth Not God.

The Wolfe Eats Oft Of The Sheep That Have Been Warn'd.

Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose Wip'd Off.