Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
Great peace is found in little busy-ness.
. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.
Mercy surpasses justice.
Look up on high, and thank the God of all.