Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.

Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head Be Of Butter.

He Puls With A Long Rope, That Waits For Anothers Death.

Without Favour None Will Know You, And With It You Will Not Know Your Selfe.

Help Thyself, And God Will Help Thee.

Although The Sun Shine, Leave Not Thy Cloake At Home.