Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his head.
Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.
There are three waies, the Vniversities, the Sea, the Court.
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
Hee that comes of a hen must scrape.