Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
The goate must browse where she is tyed.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.
It's good tying the sack before it be full.
Of the smells, bread; of the tastes, salt.
In great pedigrees there are Governours and Chandlers.