He Warmes Too Neere That Burnes.

He That Lies With The Dogs, Riseth With Fleas.

The Honey Is Sweet, But The Bee Stings.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.

In Every Art It Is Good To Have A Master. [in Every Art It Is Good To Have A Master.]

A Faire Death Honours The Whole Life.