A Bad Dog Never Sees The Wolfe.

It's No Sure Rule To Fish With A Cros-bow.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is Fitting.

To A Boiling Pot Flies Come Not.

All Beasts Of Prey Are Strong Or Treacherous.