If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch Of His Master.

Emptie Vessels Sound Most.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.