A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.