The Proverb Is Something Musty.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.