All Feete Tread Not In One Shoe.

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

Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose Wip'd Off.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

Wine Is A Turne-coate (first A Friend, Then An Enemy). [wine Is A Turncoat, First A Friend, Then An Enemy.]

Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut Off.