The Life Of Spies Is To Know,

Anothers Bread Costs Deare.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

To A Crazy Ship, All Winds Are Contrary.

The Foole Askes Much, But Hee Is More Foole That Grants It.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.