True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is

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

He That Looseth Is Marchant As Well As He That Gaines.

A Dwarfe On A Gyants Shoulder Sees Further Of The Two. [a Dwarf On A Giant's Shoulder Sees Farther Of The Two.

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.