Storms Make The Oak Grow Deeper Roots.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

The House Shewes The Owner.

Hee That Would Be A Gentleman, Let Him Goe To An Assault.

The First And Last Frosts Are The Worst.

None Is A Fool Always, Everyone Sometimes.