For goodness sake, will you stop keeping on about it!

A straw tick was as important to a bed as the feather. A feather bed was good forever, but the life of a straw tick was from thrashing to thrashing.

The tender foxling, not arrived at the maturity of slyness, who never tasted chicken of his own stealing, shall take him without a ruffle of his plumage — only by pronouncing its dingy brown to be rich crimson.

Beggarly sins, that is, those sins which idleness and beggary usually betray men to; such as lying, flattery, stealing, and dissimulation.