Hee that falles into the durt, the longer he stayes there, the fowler he is.
Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.
Every path hath a puddle.
Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.