Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

The Rage Of A Wild Boar Is Able To Spoil More Then One Wood.

Whatsoever Was The Father Of A Disease, An Ill Diet Was The Mother.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

A Good Heart Cannot Lye