Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

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

Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew Thee A Theefe.

He That Thinks Amiss, Concludes Worse.

Ready Mony Is A Ready Medicine.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.