Although The Sun Shine, Leave Not Thy

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

When Children Stand Quiet, They Have Done Some Ill.

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

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.