My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

Let Me Leap Out Of The Frying-pan Into The Fire; Or, Out Of God's Blessing Into The Warm Sun.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.

Comparisons Are Odious.

The Ass Will Carry His Load, But Not A Double Load; Ride Not A Free Horse To Death.