Who shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.

There are more Physitians in health then drunkards.

The horse that drawes after him his halter, is not altogether escaped.

All are presumed good till they are found at fault.

Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee

Assaile who will, the valiant attends.

The foole askes much, but hee is more foole that grants it.