A Disarmed Peace Is Weake.

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.

The Mouse That Hath But One Hole Is Quickly Taken.

The Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Betweene Both. [the Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Between Both.]