Barnes Are Blessings.

When Daffodils Begin To Peer, With Heigh! The Doxy, Over The Dale, Why, Then Comes In The Sweet O' The Year; For The Red Blood Reigns In The Winter's Pale. The White Sheet Bleaching On The Hedge, With Heigh! The Sweet Birds, O, How They Sing! Doth Set My Pugging Tooth On Edge; For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use Him As He Uses Thee.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.