The Best Of The Sport Is To

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

Lie Not, Neither To Thyself, Nor Man, Nor God. Let Mouth And Heart Be One; Beat And Speak Together, And Make Both Felt In Action. It Is For Cowards To Lie.

Hee That Makes A Thing Too Fine, Breakes It.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.