The Groundsell Speakes Not Save What It

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.

Every Path Hath A Puddle.

Though You Rise Early, Yet The Day Comes At His Time, And Not Till Then.

It's No Sure Rule To Fish With A Cros-bow.