Hee Looseth Nothing, That Looseth Not God.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

The Jewes Spend At Easter, The Moors At Marriages, The Christians In Sutes.

A Pittifull Looke Askes Enough.

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

A Hundredload Of Worry Will Not Pay An Ounce Of Debt.