Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The

As The Yeere Is, Your Pot Must Seeth.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

He That Hath Little Is The Lesse Durtie.

He That Needs Five Thousand Pound To Live, Is Full As Poor As He That Needs But Five.

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.