None Saies His Garner Is Full.

Thursday Come, And The Week's Gone.

The Physitian Owes All To The Patient, But The Patient Owes Nothing To Him But A Little Mony.

The Wolfe Eats Oft Of The Sheep That Have Been Warn'd.

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

Quick Beleevers Neede Broad Shoulders.