Better A Barefoot Than None.

One Eye Of The Masters Sees More, Then Ten Of The Servants. [one Eye Of The Master Sees More Than Ten Of The Servants']

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

Were There No Hearers, There Would Be No Backbiters.

To Fine Folkes A Little Ill Finely Wrapt.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.