Fine Words Dresse Ill Deedes.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

He That Pitties Another, Remembers Himselfe.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

The Bird Loves Her Nest.

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.