Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.

Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.

Count not fowre except you have them in a wallett.

Many things are lost for want of asking.

I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.

Hee that sendes a foole, means to follow him.