Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He

Ty It Well, And Let It Goe.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

A Scab'd Horse Cannot Abide The Comb.

He Carries Well, To Whom It Waighes Not. [he Carries Well, To Whomit Weighs Not.]

He That Hath No Hony In His Pot, Let Him Have It In His Mouth.