The Traceys have always the Wind in their Faces; To cut large Thongs out of another Man’s Leather; Too much of one Thing is good for nothing
Many Words will not fill a Bushel; The younger Brother the better Gentleman.
One good Turn deserves another; He steals a Goose, and gives the Giblets in Alms.
’Tis too late to spare when all is spent; One Swallow does not make Summer.