Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.
Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.
Hee lookes not well to himselfe that lookes not ever.
A white wall is the paper of a foole.
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.