It's An Ill Aire Where

Little Pitchers Have Wide Eares. [little Pitchers Have Wide Ears.]

If You Walk On Snow You Cannot Hide Your Footprints.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

Unsound Minds Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poyson. [unsound Minds, Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poison.]