Where There Is No Honour, There Is

God Strikes With His Finger, And Not With All His Arm.

The Yeare Doth Nothing Else But Open And Shut.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

Hee That Looseth His Due, Gets Not Thankes.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.