Speake Not Of A Dead Man At

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

You Cannot Hide An Eele In A Sacke.

One Father Is More Than A Hundred Schoolmasters.

A Man Of Great Memory Without Learning Hath A Rock And A Spindle And No Staff To Spin.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.