Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Faint heart never won fair maid.
With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.