Many Handis Make Light Warke.

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

Pryde Will Have A Fall;for Pryde Goeth Before And Shame Commeth After.

There Is No Fyre Without Some Smoke.

The More Haste, The Less Speed.

It Will Not Out Of The Flesh That Is Bred In The Bone.