Almes Never Make Poore.

The Faulty Stands On His Guard.

A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.

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

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

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.