A Bad Workman Quarrels With His Tools.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

He Lives Unsafely, That Lookes Too Neere On Things.

Every Day Brings His Bread With It.

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