Advise None To Marry Or Go To

One Paire Of Eares Drawes Dry An Hundred Tongues.

Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

The Cow Knows Not What Her Tail Is Worth Till She Has Lost It.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]