Better The Feet Slip Then The Tongue.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]

He That Hopes Not For Good, Feares Not Evill.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Love Your Neighbor, Yet Pull Not Down Your Hedge.

To A Boiling Pot Flies Come Not.