When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is

Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say The Word.

Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

If I Have Enough For Myself And Family, I Am Steward Only For Myself; If I Have More, I Am But A Steward Of That Abundance For Others.

To A Boiling Pot Flies Come Not.

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.