Serve a noble disposition, though poore, the time comes that hee will repay thee.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?
You cannot hide an eele in a sacke.
Though God take the sunne out of the Heaven, yet we must have patience.
Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing.
He that serves well needes not ask his wages.