He That Studies His Content, Wants It.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

He That Hath Not The Craft, Let Him Shut Up Shop.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

There Is No Man, Though Never So Little, But Sometimes He Can Hurt.

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.