He Must Needes Go That The Dyvell

Nought Venture, Nought Have. [nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.]

When The Sun Shineth, Make Hay.

For When I Gave You An Inch, You Took An Ell.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?

There Is No Fyre Without Some Smoke.