Would ye both eat your cake and have your cake?
Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.
A fig for a care, a fig for a woe!
And while I at length debate and beate the bush, There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.
The grey mare is the better horse.
But now I see well the old proverb is true: That parish priest forgetteth that ever he was a clerk!