Three Can Hold Their Peace, If Two

One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

We Are Fooles One To Another.

Beauty Draws More Than Oxen.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.