Bells Call Others, But Themselves Enter Not

I Was Taken By A Morsell, Saies The Fish. [i Was Taken By A Morsel, Says The Fish.]

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

Dry Bread At Home Is Better Then Rost Meate Abroad.

After So Many Deaths I Live And Write.

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.