My House, My House, Though Thou Art

Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Marry A Widdow Before She Leave Mourning.

The Dog Gnawes The Bone Because He Cannot Swallow It.

The Divell Never Assailes A Man, Except He Find Him Either Void Of Knowledge, Or Of The Fear Of God.