Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

For When I Gave You An Inch, You Took An Ell.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

A Fooles Bolt Is Soone Shot.

Hee Must Have A Long Spoone, Shall Eat With The Devill.