When The Foxe Preacheth, Beware Geese.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.

The Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speakes. [the Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speaks.]

The First Blow Is As Much As Two.