He that looks not e're he loup, will fall e're he wit of himself.
He that counts but his Host, counts twise.
He that hes gold may buy land.
He should have a heal pow, that cals his neighbour nikkynow.
He is worth no weil that may bide no wae.
He that owes the Cow goes nearest her tail.
He should have a long shafted spoon that sups kail with the Devil.
Happy man, happy cavil.
He sits above that deals aikers.
Hame is hamely, though never so seemly.