To Bee Beloved Is Above All Bargaines.

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not Be Told By Councell.

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.

He That Will Be Surety, Shall Pay.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.