The Wolfe Must Dye In

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

The Good Mother Sayes Not, Will You? But Gives.

God Heales, And The Physitian Hath The Thankes.

The First And Last Frosts Are The Worst.