Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.

Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

Each Petty Hand Can Steer A Ship Becalm'd; But He That Will Govern And Carry Her To Her Ends, Must Know His Tides, His Currents, How To Shift His Sails; What She Will Bear In Foul, What In Fair Weathers; Where Her Springs Are, Her Leaks, And How To Stop 'em; What Strands, What Shelves, What Rocks Do Threaten Her.