Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore

Look Before You Leap.

One Swallow Never Makes A Summer.

It Is A Foule Byrd That Fyleth His Owne Nest.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

Time Trieth Troth In Every Doubt.