Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.

A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.

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