A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten.

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

For Want Of A Naile The Shoe Is Lost, For Want Of A Shoe The Horse Is Lost, For Want Of A Horse The Rider Is Lost.

Great Fortune Brings With It Great Misfortune.

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

The Chiefe Boxe Of Health Is Time.