The Honey Is Sweet, But The Bee

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.

Hee That Brings Good Newes Knockes Hard.

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

There Is A Remedy For Every Thing, Could Men Find It.

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]