Brabling Curres Never Want Torne Eares.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

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

He That Will Do Thee A Good Turne, Either He Will Be Gon Or Dye.

Speake Not Of A Dead Man At The Table.

The Ofspring Of Those That Are Very Young, Or Very Old, Lasts Not.