There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke

He That Trusts Much Obliges Much, Says The Spaniard.

You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With A Pair Of Bellows.

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]

A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.