A Short Horse Is Soone Currid.

All Things On Earth Thus Change, Some Up, Some Down; Content's A Kingdom, And I Wear That Crown.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.

It's An Ill Wind That Blows No Good.

Better To Give Then To Take.