Every Man Praises His Own Wares.

To Those We Love Best We Say The Least

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

The Tree Falls Not At The First Stroke.

Lean Liberty Is Better Than Fat Slavery

He That Counts All Cost Will Never Put Plough In The Earth.