The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would

Better One Byrde In Hand Than Ten In The Wood.

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

Fieldes Have Eies And Woods Have Eares.