Never Was Strumpet Faire.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

The Child Saies Nothing, But What It Heard By The Fire.

Wisedome Hath One Foot On Land, And Another On Sea.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.