The foole askes much, but hee is more foole that grants it.
He that pitties another, remembers himselfe.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.