Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Gamsters And Race-horses Never Last Long.

Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.

Old Wine, And An Old Friend, Are Good Provisions.

Learn Weeping, And Thou Shalt Laugh Gaining.