Rivers Neede A Spring.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Willowes Are Weak, Yet They Bind Other Wood.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

When A Friend Askes, There Is No To Morrow. [when A Friend Asks, There Is No To-morrow.]