The Book Of Books, The Storehouse And

For Want Of A Naile The Shoe Is Lost, For Want Of A Shoe The Horse Is Lost, For Want Of A Horse The Rider Is Lost.

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

If Fooles Should Not Foole It, They Shall Lose Their Season.

Envy Not Greatness: For Thou Mak'st Thereby Thyself The Worse, And So The Distance Greater.

Jest Not With The Eye Or With Religion.