Cities Seldome Change Religion Only.

Of A Pigs Taile You Can Never Make A Good Shaft. [of A Pig's Tail You Can Never Make A Good Shaft.]

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

When A Friend Askes, There Is No To Morrow. [when A Friend Asks, There Is No To-morrow.]

That Which Will Not Be Spun, Let It Not Come Betweene The Spindle And The Distaffe.

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.