Ready Mony Is A Ready Medicine.

Hee That Goes Barefoot, Must Not Plant Thornes.

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

Where There Is No Honour, There Is No Griefe.

He That Will Take The Bird, Must Not Skare It.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.