To Go Where The King Goes Afoot

Least At Thine Own Things Laugh.

One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.

Gold Thou Mayst Safely Touch; But If It Stick Unto Thy Hands, It Woundeth To The Quick.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

Hee That Makes Himself A Sheep, Shall Be Eat By The Wolfe.