A Pittifull Looke Askes Enough.

Hee That Hath A Wife And Children Wants Not Businesse.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

He That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him Warre. [he That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him War.]

To Be Too Busie Gets Contempt.

Thornes Whiten Yet Doe Nothing.