Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron,

To Buy Deare Is Not Bounty.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Never Was A Miser A Brave Soul.