Every One Hath A Foole In His

A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

All Things Require Skill But An Appetite.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

A Feather In Hand Is Better Then A Bird In The Ayre.