All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

He That Is Fallen Cannot Helpe Him That Is Downe. [he That Is Fallen Cannot Help Him That Is Down.]

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

Talking Payes No Toll.