Speake Not Of A Dead Man At

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

Get To Live; Then Live, And Use It; Else, It Is Not True That Thou Hast Gotten. Surely Use Alone Makes Money Not A Contemptible Stone.

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.