When The Steede Is Stolne, Shut The

Never Look A Gift Horse In The Mouth.

Let The World Wagge, And Take Mine Ease In Myne Inne.

Burnt Child Fire Dredth.

An Ill Winde That Bloweth No Man To Good.

The Loss Of Wealth Is Loss Of Dirt, As Sages In All Times Assert; The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.