He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies

The Jewes Spend At Easter, The Moors At Marriages, The Christians In Sutes.

Take Heed Of Mad Folks In A Narrow Place.

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.

It Is A Poor Sport That Is Not Worth A Candle.

Where The Drink Goes In, There The Wit Goes Out.