A Dead Bee Maketh No Hony.

Water A Farre Off Quencheth Not Fire.

Hee That Makes A Thing Too Fine, Breakes It.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

The Child Saies Nothing, But What It Heard By The Fire.

He That Doth What He Should Not, Shall Feele What He Would Not. [he That Doth What He Should Not Shall Feel What He Would Not.]