Woe Be To Him That Reads But

A Rugged Stone Growes Smooth From Hand To Hand.

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

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

God Is At The End, When We Thinke He Is Furthest Off It.

Two Sparrows On One Ear Of Corn Make An Ill Agreement.