A Snow Year, A Rich Year.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.

Old Wine, And An Old Friend, Are Good Provisions.

Halfe The World Knowes Not How The Other Halfe Lies.

Thornes Whiten Yet Doe Nothing.