Hee that gives thee a bone, would not have thee die.

God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.

The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.

Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.

Money refused loose its brightness.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

An Oxe is taken by the horns, and a Man by the tongue.