The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.
Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
Wee leave more to do when wee dye, then wee have done.
All the Armes of England will not arme feare.
A civil guest Will no more talk all, than eat all the feast.