He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.
The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
A merry companion is as good as a wagon.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.