Least at thine own things laugh.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
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.
That which will not be spun, let it not come betweene the spindle and the distaffe.