Ill Natures, The More You Aske Them,

He That Riseth Betimes Hath Some Thing In His Head.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

The Cow Knows Not What Her Tail Is Worth Till She Has Lost It.

Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

Prettiness Dies First.