One Hand Washeth Another, And Both The

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.

The Physitian Owes All To The Patient, But The Patient Owes Nothing To Him But A Little Mony.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

The Offender Never Pardons.

Ill Ware Is Never Cheape. [ill Ware Is Never Cheap.]