Water Trotted Is As Good

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

It Is A Poor Sport That Is Not Worth A Candle.

He That Hath Little Is The Lesse Durtie.

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

Hee That Comes Of A Hen Must Scrape.