Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

The Bird Loves Her Nest.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With A Pair Of Bellows.

Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.