God, And Parents, And Our Master, Can

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

Pension Never Inriched Young Man. [pension Never Enriched A Young Man.]

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

If A Donkey Bray At You, Don't Bray At Him.

Hee That Is In A Towne In May Loseth His Spring.