Hee That Should Have What Hee Hath

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

Without Favour None Will Know You, And With It You Will Not Know Your Selfe.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

Take Heed Of A Step-mother; The Very Name Of Her Sufficeth.

The Fish Adores The Bait.