Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

Gaming, Women, And Wine, While They Laugh They Make Men Pine.