For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
He that respects not is not respected.
Who shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.
In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.