Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

He That Owes Nothing, If He Makes Not Mouthes At Us, Is Courteous.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

Every Sin Brings Its Punishment With It.

He Can Give Little To His Servant, That Lickes His Knife. [he Can Give Little To His Servant That Licks His Knife.]