The Thorne Comes Forth With

He That Is Angry At A Feast Is Rude.

Mention Not A Halter In The House Of Him That Was Hanged.

An Examin'd Enterprize Goes On Boldly.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

If The Husband Be Not At Home, There Is Nobodie.