The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
Little folks become their little fate.
In the word of no master am I bound to believe.
Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free.
Dismiss the old horse in good time, lest he fail in the lists and the spectators laugh.
Take heed lest you stumble.