Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His

Curtesie On One Side Only Lasts Not Long.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

No Love Is Foule, Nor Prison Fair.

A Gift Much Expected Is Paid, Not Given.

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.