A Good Heart Cannot Lye

Good And Quickly Seldom Meet.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

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

Every Thing Is Of Use To A Houskeeper.

Hee That Hath Patience Hath Fatt Thrushes For A Farthing.