A Short Horse Is Soone Currid.

Tis Not The Robe Or Garment I Affect; For Who Would Marry With A Suit Of Clothes?

When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

Small Pitchers Have Wyde Eares.

It Is Good The Have A Hatch Before The Durre.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?