The bit that one eates, no friend makes.
A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.
He that riseth betimes hath some thing in his head.
Pursue not a victory too far. He hath conquered well that hath made his enemy fly; thou mayest beat him to a desperate resistance, which may ruin thee.
The gowne is his that we ares it, and the world his that enjoyes it.