Beggars Should Be No Choosers.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe Long Barefoote.

What Is Got Over The Devil's Back Is Spent Under His Belly.

It Is A Foul Bird That Filleth His Own Nest.

Would Ye Both Eat Your Cake And Have Your Cake?