Beggars Can't Be Choosers.

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

It Will Not Out Of The Flesh That Is Bred In The Bone.

It's No Use Closing The Barn Door After The Horse Is Gone.

None So Blind As Those Who Won't See.

Who Will In Time Present Pleasure Refrain, Shall In Time To Come The More Pleasure Obtain.