Fooles give to please all but their owne.
For the same man to be an heretick and a good subject, is incompossible.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.
Forbeare not sowing because of birds.
Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.
France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.
Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.
Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.
Gamsters and race-horses never last long.
Gentility is nothing but Ancient Riches.
Gifts enter every where without a wimble.
Give loosers leave to talke.
Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.
God comes to see without a bell.
God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.
God gives his wrath by weight, and without weight his mercy.
God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.
God, and Parents, and our Master, can never be requited.