God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.

A Little Given Seasonably Excuses A Great Gift.

It's A Wicked Thing To Make A Dearth Ones Garner.

After So Many Deaths I Live And Write.

A Kinsman, A Friend, Or Whom You Intreate, Take Not To Serve You, If You Will Be Served Neately.