A Snow Yeare, A Rich Yeare.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

To Play At Chesse When The House Is On Fire.

Losse Embraceth Shame.

Where There Is Peace, God Is.

Praise The Sea, But Keepe On Land.