The Wind In Ones Face Makes One

The Rich Knowes Not Who Is His Friend. [the Rich Knows Not Who Is His Friend.]

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.

To A Child All Weather Is Cold.

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.