Take you me for a sponge?
The proverb is something musty.
The cunning livery of hell.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.