It's An Ill Wind That Blows No

Be The Day Never So Long, Evermore At Last They Ring To Evensong.

So Many Heads So Many Wits.

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.

One Swallow Maketh Not Summer.

Prove Your Friend Ere You Have Need, But In Deed A Friend Is Never Known Till A Man Have Need.