Every One Hath A Foole In His

When The Tree Is Fallen, All Goe With Their Hatchet. [when The Tree Is Fallen, All Go With Their Hatchet.]

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

Little Dogs Start The Hare, The Great Get Her.

Prettiness Dies First.