The Wine In The Bottle Does Not

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

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

Who Spits Against Heaven, It Falls In His Face.

Take Heed Of A Step-mother; The Very Name Of Her Sufficeth.

If Yee Would Know A Knave, Give Him A Staffe.