The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
A kinsman, a friend, or whom you intreate, take not to serve you, if you will be served neately.
Of the smells, bread; of the tastes, salt.
He that believes all misseth; he that believes nothing, hits not.
An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore.
Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.