In A Thousand Pound Of Law There's

The Honester The Man, The Worse Luck.

A Light-heel'd Mother Makes A Heavy-heel'd Daughter.

In A Calm Sea Every Man Is A Pilot.

The Use Of Butterflies Is To Adorn The World And Delight The Eyes Of Men, To Brighten The Countryside, Serving Like So Many Golden Spangles To Decorate The Fields.

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.