To A Greedy Eating Horse A Short

He That Plaies His Mony Ought Not To Value It.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

The Little Cannot Bee Great, Unlesse He Devoure Many. [the Little Cannot Be Great Unless He Devour Many.]

It's No Sure Rule To Fish With A Cros-bow.

They That Know One Another Salute A Farre Off.