Small Pitchers Have Wyde Eares.

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.

Who Waiteth For Dead Man's Shoes Will Go Long Barefoot.

All Things On Earth Thus Change, Some Up, Some Down; Content's A Kingdom, And I Wear That Crown.

Who Is Wurs Shod, Than The Shoemakers Wyfe,with Shops Full Of Shoes All Hir Lyfe?

Would Ye Both Eat Your Cake And Have Your Cake?