Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth, lest it turne to earnest.
Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing.
Danger it selfe the best remedy for danger.
The horse that drawes after him his halter, is not altogether escaped.
Before you make a friend, eate a bushell of salt with him.
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise.