In New England they once thought blackbirds useless, and mischievous to the corn. They made efforts to destroy them. The consequence was, the blackbirds were diminished; but a kind of worm, which devoured their grass, and which the blackbirds used to feed on, increased prodigiously; then, finding their loss in grass much greater than their saving in corn, they wished again for their blackbirds.

Wink at small faults; remember thou hast great ones.

Take heed of the Vinegar of sweet Wine, and the Anger of Good-nature.

Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.

The nearest I can make it out, "Love your Enemies" means, "Hate your Friends"

Success has ruined many a man.

Those who laugh often never grow old.