Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

At dinner my man appeares.

Hee that gets out of debt, growes rich.

In every country dogges bite.

To seek these things is lost labour; Geese in an oyle pot, fat Hogs among Jews, and Wine in a fishing net.

Some had rather lose their friend then their Jest.