Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

The Crow Bewailes The Sheepe, And Then Eates It.

A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.