Two Ill Meales Make The Third A

Jest Not With The Eye Or With Religion.

When War Begins, Then Hell Openeth.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

In The Mouth Of A Bad Dog Fals Often A Good Bone.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]