A Full Belly Neither Fights Nor Flies

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

Before You Make A Friend, Eate A Bushell Of Salt With Him.

Hee That Is Throwne Would Ever Wrestle.

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.