Curs’d Cows have short Horns; Much falls between the Cup and the Lip. No longer pipe no longer dance.
Nothing venture, nothing have; Virtue which parleys is near a Surrender.
Save a Thief from Hanging, and he’ll cut your Throat; Jack will never make a Gentleman.
He who has a mind to beat a Dog will easily find a Stick; Naught is never in Danger; Faint Heart never won fair Lady.