The Wind In Ones Face Makes One

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]

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.

Be Not Too Presumptuously Sure In Any Business; For Things Of This World Depend On Such A Train Of Unseen Chances That If It Were In Man's Hands To Set The Tables, Still He Would Not Be Certain To Win The Game.

Wine That Cost Nothing Is Digested Before It Be Drunke.

Great Business Turns On A Little Pin.