Flies Are Busiest About Leane Horses.

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.

When A Man Sleepes, His Head Is In His Stomach.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.

When All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Bee Much. [when All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Be Much.]