Good Is The Mora That Makes All

Were There No Hearers, There Would Be No Backbiters.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou See Me Gathered.