Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.
One graine fills not a sacke, but helpes his fellowes.
Though the Mastiffe be gentile, yet bite him not by the lippe.
There would be no great ones, if there were no little ones.
There are three waies, the Vniversities, the Sea, the Court.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.