The First And Last Frosts Are The

A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave Complexion.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

He That's Foolish In The Fault, Let Him Be Wise In The Punishment.