Some Make A Conscience Of Spitting In

When It Thunders, The Theefe Becomes Honest. [when It Thunders, The Thief Becomes Honest.]

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

Better Never Begin Than Never Make An End.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured

Disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Drawes Another. [disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Draws Another.]