Assaile Who Will, The Valiant Attends.

A Little And Good Fills The Trencher.

Modesty Sets Off One Newly Come To Honour.

Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose Wip'd Off.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.