You Cannot Flea A Stone.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But Helpes His Fellowes.

Words Are Women, Deeds Are Men.

Hee Pays Too Deare For Honey That Licks It From Thornes.

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.