He Puls With A Long Rope, That

The Mouse That Hath But One Hole Is Quickly Taken.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

He Lives Unsafely, That Lookes Too Neere On Things.

God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.