He that talkes much of his happinesse summons griefe.
A civil guest Will no more talk all, than eat all the feast.
The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
Who will sell the Cow, must say the word.
Be useful where thou livest.