Let the world wagge, and take mine ease in myne Inne.
Who will in time present pleasure refrain, shall in time to come the more pleasure obtain.
And while I at length debate and beate the bush, There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.
It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.
A fig for a care, a fig for a woe!
Never look a gift horse in the mouth.