Craft Against Craft Makes No Living.

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

Trust No Friend With That You Need Fear Him If He Were Your Enemy.

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

It Is Very Hard To Shave An Egge. [it Is Very Hard To Shave An Egg.]