Much Money Makes A Countrey Poor, For

Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

God Sends A Curst Cow Short Horns.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.

All Truths Are Not To Be Told.