The first blow is as much as two.

This world is nothing except it tend to another.

We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh till your hearts ake.

To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.

For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.

Give loosers leave to talke.

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?