Many Hands Make Light Work.

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

Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe Long Barefoote.

All Is Fish That Comth To Net.

Let The World Slide, Let The World Go; A Fig For Care, And A Fig For Woe! If I Can't Pay, Why I Can Owe, And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

Better To Give Then To Take.