Lyke a pyckpurs pilgrim, ye prie and ye proule At rouers, to rob Peter and paie Poule.

Though ye loue not to bye the pyg in the poke, Yet snatche ye at the poke, that the pyg is in, Not for the poke, but the pyg good chepe to wyn.

There is no fyre without some smoke.

Children and fooles can not ly.

Two heddis are better then one.

Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe, With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?

And also I shall to reueng former hurtis, Hold their noses to grinstone, and syt on theyr skurtis.