In A Long Journey Straw Waighs.

A Good Mother Is Worth Hundreds Of Schoolmasters.

He That Respects Not Is Not Respected.

It's A Dangerous Fire Begins In The Bed-straw.

All Griefes With Bread Are Lesse.

Surely If Each One Saw Another's Heart, There Would Be No Commerce, No Sale Or Bargain Pass: All Would Disperse And Live Apart.