He Hath No Leisure Who Useth It

He That Would Be Well, Needs Not Goe From His Owne House. [he That Would Be Well Needs Not Go From His Own House.]

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

A Cherefull Looke Makes A Dish A Feast.

You Cannot Make The Fire So Low But It Will Get Out.