Never Look A Gift Horse In The

Might Have Gone Further And Have Fared Worse.

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

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

When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

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