By All Means Use Sometimes

A Crooked Log Makes A Strait Fire.

He That Hath No Hony In His Pot, Let Him Have It In His Mouth.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

Every One Thinkes His Sacke Heaviest.

If I Have Enough For Myself And Family, I Am Steward Only For Myself; If I Have More, I Am But A Steward Of That Abundance For Others.