He Dances Well To Whom Fortune Pipes.

Algebra Is The Metaphysics Of Arithmetic.

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

Feather By Feather The Goose Is Plucked.

A Maid That Laughs Is Half Taken.

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.