Heresie Is The School Of Pride.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Mony Refused Looseth Its Brightnesse.

Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To Bed.

It's A Bold Mouse That Nestles In The Catts Eare.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]