A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.
Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth, lest it turne to earnest.
He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee hath laid out.
Hee that gives thee a bone, would not have thee die.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.