If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Might Ride.

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.

That Which Is Evil Is Soon Learned.

Adversity Makes Men Wise But Not Rich.

Guilt Is Always Jealous

A Child May Have Too Much Of His Mother's Blessing.