Chuse A Horse Made, And A Wife

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

He That Hath But One Eye, Must Bee Afraid To Lose It. [he That Hath But One Eye Must Be Afraid To Lose It.]

To Review Ones Store Is To Mow Twice.

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

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.