Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled Enemy.

Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.

Though the Mastiffe be gentile, yet bite him not by the lippe.

The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.

Citties are taken by the eares.

Praise a hill, but keepe below.

The fault is as great as hee that is faulty.