Wee Know Not Who Lives Or Dies.

He Warmes Too Neere That Burnes.

Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose Wip'd Off.

He That Passeth A Winters Day Escapes An Enemy.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured