Happy Man, Happy Dole.

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

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

Beggars Can't Be Choosers.

Look Before You Leap.