War Makes Thieves And Peace Hangs Them.

You Cannot Hide An Eele In A Sacke.

Before You Make A Friend, Eate A Bushell Of Salt With Him.

You Must Lose A Fly To Catch A Trout.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

To Speake Of An Vsurer At The Table Marres The Wine.