Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

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

If A Donkey Bray At You, Don't Bray At Him.

A Snow Yeare, A Rich Yeare.

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

To A Boiling Pot Flies Come Not.