Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which

Amongst Good Men Two Men Suffice.

A Civil Guest Will No More Talk All, Than Eat All The Feast.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

When Children Stand Quiet, They Have Done Some Ill.

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.