To Write A Verse Or Two Is

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

Thornes Whiten Yet Doe Nothing.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

The Wine In The Bottle Does Not Quench Thirst.