Weening Is Not Measure.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.

An Old Dog Barks Not In Vain.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

Avoid,profaneness; Come Not Here: Nothing But Holy, Pure, And Clear, Or That Which Groaneth To Be So, May At His Peril Further Go.

A Full Belly Neither Fights Nor Flies Well.