Water A Farre Off Quencheth Not Fire.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

When A Friend Askes, There Is No To Morrow. [when A Friend Asks, There Is No To-morrow.]

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

Take Heed Of Mad Folks In A Narrow Place.