Soft And Faire Goes Farre.

Look Not For Musk In A Dog's Kennel.

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

Better The Feet Slip Then The Tongue.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.