The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The

When The Tree Is Fallen, All Goe With Their Hatchet. [when The Tree Is Fallen, All Go With Their Hatchet.]

He That Knows Nothing Doubts Nothing.

None Saies His Garner Is Full.

Count Not Fowre Except You Have Them In A Wallett.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured