Two Ill Meales Make The Third A

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His Demands Be Foolish.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.

Of A Pigs Taile You Can Never Make A Good Shaft. [of A Pig's Tail You Can Never Make A Good Shaft.]

For Washing His Hands, None Sels His Lands.