Happy Man, Happy Dole.

Wedding Is Destiny, And Hanging Likewise.

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

She Is Nether Fish Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

Let The World Slide, Let The World Go; A Fig For Care, And A Fig For Woe! If I Can't Pay, Why I Can Owe, And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

Never Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth.