Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.

Though the Fox run, the chicken hath wings.

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

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his head.

Gentility is nothing but Ancient Riches.

Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.

Divine ashes are better then earthly meale.