Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.

It's A Wicked Thing To Make A Dearth Ones Garner.

He That Serves, Must Serve.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

The Wearer Knowes, Where The Shoe Wrings.