There's never a new fashion but it's old.
With empty hand no man can lure a hawk.
Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.
We little know the things for which we pray.
One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.