Who Hastens A Glutton Choakes Him.

He That Speakes Sowes, And He That Holds His Peace, Gathers.

Hee That Hath Patience Hath Fatt Thrushes For A Farthing.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.

Science Stands, A Too Competant Servant, Behind Her Wrangling Underbred Masters, Holding Out Resources, Devices, And Remedies They Are Too Stupid To Use. ... And On Its Material Side, A Modern Utopia Must Needs Present These Gifts As Taken.