The Younger Brother Hath The More Wit.

Good Words Cool More Than Cold Water.

The Horse Thinks One Thing And He That Rides Him Another

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

Listeners Ne'er Hear Good Of Themselves.

In A Calm Sea Every Man Is A Pilot.