Though God take the sunne out of the Heaven, yet we must have patience.
Before you make a friend, eate a bushell of salt with him.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.
Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?
Keep good company, and you shall be of the number.