He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.

More Have Repented Speech Then Silence. [more Have Repented Speech Than Silence.]

A Good Prayer Is Master Of Anothers Purse.

Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And Care Not For Cryes.