Every Bees Hony Is Sweet.

A Poore Beauty Finds More Lovers Then Husbands.

Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

The Noise Is Greater Then The Nuts.

Hee Pays Too Deare For Honey That Licks It From Thornes.