Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

Would You Know What Money Is, Go Borrow Some.

Mony Refused Looseth Its Brightnesse.

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 Pitties Another, Remembers Himselfe.

The Little Cannot Bee Great, Unlesse He Devoure Many. [the Little Cannot Be Great Unless He Devour Many.]