Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.

Hee That's Fed At Anothers Hand May Stay Long Ere He Be Full.

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

One Hand Washeth Another, And Both The Face.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.