Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).

He puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death.

The dog gnawes the bone because he cannot swallow it.

Nothing dries sooner then a teare.

Conversation makes one what he is.

The Mr. absent, and the house dead.

Some had rather lose their friend then their Jest.