Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
A pittifull looke askes enough.
The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
He hath no leisure who useth it not.
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!
A scepter is one thing, and a ladle another.