The People Are The City.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.