Every Mile Is Two In Winter

Of Him That Speakes Ill, Consider The Life More Then The Word. [of Him That Speaks Ill, Consider The Life More Than The Word.]

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

Ty It Well, And Let It Goe.

Where Your Will Is Ready, Your Feet Are Light.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.