Little Dogs Start The Hare, The Great

When It Thunders, The Theefe Becomes Honest. [when It Thunders, The Thief Becomes Honest.]

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.

Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut Off.

Hast Comes Not Alone.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.