Would Ye Both Eat Your

A Short Horse Is Soone Currid.

So Many Heads So Many Wits.

When All Candles Are Out, All Cats Are Grey, All Things Are Then Of One Color, As Who Say. And This Proverb Faith, For Quenching Hot Desire, Foul Water As Soon As Faire, Will Quench Hot Fire.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

Put Your Toong In Your Purse.