The Stone Often Recoils On The Head

Of Myself I Must Say This, I Never Was Any Greedy, Scraping Grasper, Nor A Strait Fast-holding Prince, Nor Yet A Master; My Heart Was Never Set On Worldly Goods, But Only For My Subjects' Good.

It Is Good To Jest, But Not To Make A Trade Of Jesting.

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

It Is Monstrous That The Feet Should Direct The Head.

A Good Face Is The Best Letter Of Recommendation.