Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.

He That Hath Time And Looks For Better Time, Time Comes That He Repents Himself Of Time.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

Good Newes May Bee Told At Any Time, But Ill In The Morning.

Better To Be Blinde, Then To See Ill.

None Is Borne Master.