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When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

Knowledge Is But Folly Unless It Is Guided By Grace.

Hee That Repaires Not A Part, Builds All.