Castles Are Forrests Of Stones.

He That Lends, Gives.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

One Father Is More Than A Hundred Schoolmasters.

Hee That Burnes His House Warmes Himselfe For Once.

Praise None Too Much, For All Are Fickle.