In A Calm Sea Every Man Is

A Light-heel'd Mother Makes A Heavy-heel'd Daughter.

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

Never Meet Trouble Half-way.

Where Love Fails We Espy All Faults.

They That Make Laws Must Not Break Them.