Feare May Force A Man To Cast

He Must Needes Go That The Dyvell Dryveth.

The Tide Tarrieth No Man.

It Is A Poor Dog That Is Not Worth The Whistling

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.

No Man Ought To Looke A Given Horse In The Mouth.