Storms Make Oaks Take Deeper Root.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

He Hath No Leisure Who Useth It Not.

Hee That Gets Out Of Debt, Growes Rich.

Could Have Recovered Greenness?

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.