Every Mile Is Two In Winter

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.

Wine Makes All Sorts Of Creatures At Table.

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

Living Well Is The Best Revenge.