If You Walk On Snow You Cannot

If Yee Would Know A Knave, Give Him A Staffe.

Whatsoever Was The Father Of A Disease, An Ill Diet Was The Mother.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

Water Trotted Is As Good As Oates.

Never Was A Miser A Brave Soul.