To speake of an Vsurer at the table marres the wine.

Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.

The Jewes spend at Easter, the Moors at marriages, the Christians in sutes.

Whose house is of glass, must not throw stones at another.

He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.

Hee is a foole that thinks not that another thinks.