The March sunne raises but dissolves not.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
Yeeres know more then bookes.
An oath that is not to bee made is not to be kept.
He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.
Curtesie on one side only lasts not long.