The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.

For Washing His Hands, None Sels His Lands.

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.

Words Are Women, Deeds Are Men.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.