The Back-doore Robs The House.

Who Hastens A Glutton Choakes Him.

The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

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