Vnder Water, Famine; Under Snow, Bread.

A Small Heart Hath Small Desires.

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

A Great Ship Asks Deep Water.

Grasp Not At Much, For Fear Thou Losest All.

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.