Who Hath No More Bread Then Neede,

Gossips Are Frogs, They Drinke And Talke.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.

Take Heede Of The Viniger Of Sweet Wine.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.