A Dead Bee Maketh No Hony.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

Good Is To Bee Sought Out, And Evill Attended.

Dry Bread At Home Is Better Then Rost Meate Abroad.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.

A Little And Good Fills The Trencher.