Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

Reckon Right, And February Hath One And Thirty Daies.

Stay A Little And News Will Find You.

Danger It Selfe The Best Remedy For Danger.