Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not

Dogs Are Fine In The Field.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Could Have Recovered Greenness?

When My House Burnes, It's Not Good Playing At Chesse.