Praise None Too Much, For All Are

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

Too Much Taking Heede Is Losse. [too Much Taking Heed Is Loss.]

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.