Never Look A Gift Horse In The

Children And Fools Cannot Lie.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.

He That Will Not Whan He May,whan He Would, He Shall Haue Nay.

If Nothing Is Ventured, Nothing Is Gained.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.