To A Close Shorn Sheep, God Gives

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

Trust No Friend With That You Need Fear Him If He Were Your Enemy.

For Want Of A Naile The Shoe Is Lost, For Want Of A Shoe The Horse Is Lost, For Want Of A Horse The Rider Is Lost.

Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will Hold Against The Power Of Gold.

All Came From, And Will Goe To Others.