A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten.

Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

It's A Wicked Thing To Make A Dearth Ones Garner.

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

He That Preacheth Giveth Almes.