The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.
A mountaine and a river are good neighbours.
A disarmed peace is weake.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!