At The Games End We Shall See

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.

Better The Feet Slip Then The Tongue.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

He That Will Be Served Must Bee Patient.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.