Praise The Sea, But Keepe On Land.

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.

In A Retreat The Lame Are Formost. [in A Retreat The Lame Are Foremost.]

Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes To Young Men.

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.