Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy

A Snow Yeare, A Rich Yeare.

He That Seekes Trouble Never Misses. [he That Seeks Trouble Never Misses.]

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.