All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Thou Art Not So Unkind As Mans Ingratitude Thy Tooth Is Not So Keen, Because Thou Art Not Seen, Although Thy Breath Be Rude. Heigh-ho Sing, Heigh-ho Unto The Green Holly Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly. Then Heigh-ho The Holly This Life Is Most Jolly. Freeze, Freeze, Thou Bitter Sky, That Dost Not Bite So Nigh As Benefits Forgot Though Thou The Waters Warp, Thy Sting Is Not So Sharp As Friend Rememberd Not.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.