Every land hes his lauch, and every corne hes the caff.
Cadgers speaks of lead saddles.
Clap a carle on the culs, and he will shit in your louf.
An ill shearer gat never a good hook.
He is a weak Horse that may not bear the Saddle.
All Houndlesse man comes to the best Hunting.
Help thy self, and God will help thee.
All are not maidens that wears bare hair.
He that hews over hie, the spail will fall into his eye.
Changing of works is lighting of hearts.