Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

The Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Betweene Both. [the Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Between Both.]

A Faire Death Honours The Whole Life.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

Gold Thou Mayst Safely Touch; But If It Stick Unto Thy Hands, It Woundeth To The Quick.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.