I Know On Which Side My Bread

What Is Got Over The Devil's Back Is Spent Under His Belly.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

The Loss Of Wealth Is Loss Of Dirt, As Sages In All Times Assert; The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

Better Is Half A Loaf Than No Bread.