They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.
To eat off another man's plate. [To live an another's expense.]
The tongue is the worst part of a bad servant.
But who guards the guardians?
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.