God Sends Cold According To Clothes.

Little Pitchers Have Wide Eares. [little Pitchers Have Wide Ears.]

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Though God Take The Sunne Out Of The Heaven, Yet We Must Have Patience.

The Scalded Head Feares Cold Water.

Long Jesting Was Never Good.