The Goate Must Browse Where She Is

Take Heede Of An Oxe Before, Of An Horse Behind, Of A Monke On All Sides.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.