A Little Labour, Much Health.

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.

Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer The Pain.

Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

The Fox, When Hee Cannot Reach The Grapes, Saies They Are Not Ripe.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.