The Still Sowe Eats Up All The

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

Small Pitchers Have Wyde Eares.

Let The World Slide, Let The World Go; A Fig For Care, And A Fig For Woe! If I Can't Pay, Why I Can Owe, And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

While The Grasse Groweth The Horse Starveth.

It Had Need To Bee A Wylie Mouse That Should Breed In The Cats Eare.