The Wife Is The Key Of The

To A Crafty Man, A Crafty And An Halfe.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head Be Of Butter.

Mend Your Clothes And You May Hold Out This Year.