All Is Fish That Comth To Net.

Burnt Child Fire Dredth.

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

For When I Gave You An Inch, You Took An Ell.

Follow Pleasure, And Then Will Pleasure Flee, Flee Pleasure, And Pleasure Will Follow Thee.

No Man Ought To Looke A Given Horse In The Mouth.