Beggars Can't Be Choosers.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

Nought Venture, Nought Have. [nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.]

Better Is To Bow Than Break.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.