Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In

Hee That Burnes His House Warmes Himselfe For Once.

On Painting And Fighting Looke Aloofe. [on Painting And Fighting Look Aloof.]

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

The Escaped Mouse Ever Feeles The Taste Of The Bait. [the Escaped Mouse Ever Feels The Taste Of The Bait.]

A Gentle Heart Is Tied With An Easy Thread.