It's Better To Be Head Of A

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

The Blind Eate Many A Flie. [the Blind Eat Many A Fly.]

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.