The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And

The Wearer Knowes, Where The Shoe Wrings.

Without Favour None Will Know You, And With It You Will Not Know Your Selfe.

God Sends A Curst Cow Short Horns.

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.