No Hair So Small But Hath His

Bells Call Others, But Themselves Enter Not Into The Church.

It Is Good To Hold The Asse By The Bridle.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.