Amiens Was Taken By The Fox, And

You Must Strike In Measure, When There Are Many To Strike On One Anvile.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Who Remove Stones, Bruise Their Fingers.

Would You Know What Money Is, Go Borrow Some.