Many Hands Make Light Work.

A Fooles Bolt Is Soone Shot.

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

Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore At Last They Ring To Evensong.

Little Pitchers Have Big Ears.

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.