Money Wants No Followers.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Though You Rise Early, Yet The Day Comes At His Time, And Not Till Then.

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

Many Things Are Lost For Want Of Asking.

The Ballance Distinguisheth Not Betweene Gold And Lead.