Almes Never Make Poore.

A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And Dressed As The Body.

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

He Who Cannot Forgive Breaks The Bridge Over Which He Himself Must Pass.

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