If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

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.

The Effect Speakes, The Tongue Needes Not. [the Effect Speaks, The Tongue Needs Not.]

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

Praise None Too Much, For All Are Fickle.