Good Land, Evill Way.

A Full Belly Neither Fights Nor Flies Well.

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.

God Sends A Curst Cow Short Horns.

He Carries Well, To Whom It Waighes Not. [he Carries Well, To Whomit Weighs Not.]

While The Discreet Advise, The Foole Doth His Busines. [while The Discreet Advise, The Fool Doth His Busines.]