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While The Grasse Groweth The Horse Starveth.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

Every Cocke Is Proud On His Owne Dunghill.

Hee Must Have A Long Spoone, Shall Eat With The Devill.