A Crooked Log Makes A Strait Fire.

The Tooth-ach Is More Ease Then To Deale With Ill People.

Take Heed Of A Young Wench, A Prophetesse, And A Lattin Bred Woman.

He That Hopes Not For Good, Feares Not Evill.

Citties Are Taken By The Eares.

He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would Have Me Live.