Tell Tales Out Of School.

A Fooles Bolt Is Soone Shot.

Love Me Litle, Love Me Long.

While The Grasse Groweth The Horse Starveth.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

He Makes A Beggar First That First Relieves Him; Not Us'rers Make More Beggars Where They Live Than Charitable Men That Use To Give.