Brabling Curres Never Want Torne Eares.

God Oft Hath A Great Share In A Little House.

The World Is Now Adayes, God Save The Conquerour.

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).