Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

Little Journeys And Good Cost Bring Safe Home.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.

Words Are Women, Deeds Are Men.

He That's Long A Giving, Knowes Not How To Give.