A countryman between two lawyers is like a fish between two cats.
You can bear your own faults, and why not a fault in your wife?
Epitaph on a scolding wife by her husband: Here my poor Bridget's corpse doth lie, she is at rest - and so am I!
Mary's mouth cost her nothing for she never opens it but at others' expense.
Never praise your cider or your horse
The tongue offends and the ears get the cuffing
The good or ill hap of a good or ill life, is the good or ill choice of a good or ill wife.
He's gone, and forgot nothing but to say farewell to his creditors