Send not a Catt for Lard.
He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.
Who hath no more bread then neede, must not keepe a dog.
Law sutes consume time, and mony, and rest, and friends.
Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.
The Wolfe knowes, what the ill beast thinkes.