The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

Much Money Makes A Countrey Poor, For It Sets A Dearer Price On Every Thing.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.

Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say The Word.

Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

When A Friend Askes, There Is No To Morrow. [when A Friend Asks, There Is No To-morrow.]