The First And Last Frosts Are The

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

It Is Very Hard To Shave An Egge. [it Is Very Hard To Shave An Egg.]

He That Is Once Borne, Once Must Dy.

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.