Every Day Brings His Bread With It.

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.

Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.

Much Money Makes A Countrey Poor, For It Sets A Dearer Price On Every Thing.

Farre Shooting Never Kild Bird.