Every Bees Hony Is Sweet.

For Want Of A Naile The Shoe Is Lost, For Want Of A Shoe The Horse Is Lost, For Want Of A Horse The Rider Is Lost.

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes To Young Men.

Hee Is A Foole That Thinks Not That Another Thinks.

It's A Poore Stake That Cannot Stand One Yeare In The Ground.