Storms Make The Oak Grow Deeper Roots.

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

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

Shewa Good Man His Errour And He Turnes It To A Vertue, But An Ill, It Doubles His Fault.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

Princes Are Venison In Heaven.