Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.