Some make a conscience of spitting in the Church, yet robbe the Altar.
His bark is worse than his bite.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.
A good pay-master starts not at assurances.
Speake not of a dead man at the table.