There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke

Though You Rise Early, Yet The Day Comes At His Time, And Not Till Then.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

The Evening Praises The Day, And The Morning A Frost.

Every Thing Is Of Use To A Houskeeper.

It's A Proud Horse That Will Not Carry His Owne Provender.