No Alchymy To Saving.

The Wife Is The Key Of The House.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With A Paire Of Bellowes.

It's A Poore Stake That Cannot Stand One Yeare In The Ground.

Good & Quickly Seldome Meete.