All Are Presumed Good Till They Are

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

It's A Proud Horse That Will Not Carry His Owne Provender.

Show Me A Liar, And I'll Show You A Thief.

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.

The Love Of Money And The Love Of Learning Rarely Meet.