Better One Byrde In Hand Than Ten

All Things On Earth Thus Change, Some Up, Some Down; Content's A Kingdom, And I Wear That Crown.

Tis Not The Robe Or Garment I Affect; For Who Would Marry With A Suit Of Clothes?

Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe Long Barefoote.

Never Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth.

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.