Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.