If all fooles had babies, wee should want fuell.
To seek these things is lost labour; Geese in an oyle pot, fat Hogs among Jews, and Wine in a fishing net.
A master of straw eates a servant of steele.
Ty it well, and let it goe.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.