Hee That's Fed At Anothers

A Little Given Seasonably Excuses A Great Gift.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

Where Your Will Is Ready, Your Feet Are Light.

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.