In A Leopard The Spotts Are Not

Aske Much To Have A Little.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

To Bee Beloved Is Above All Bargaines.

He Puls With A Long Rope, That Waits For Anothers Death.