Would Ye Both Eat Your Cake And

The More The Merrier.

But Now I See Well The Old Proverb Is True: That Parish Priest Forgetteth That Ever He Was A Clerk!

There Is No Fyre Without Some Smoke.

When The Steede Is Stolne, Shut The Stable Durre.

Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe Long Barefoote.