Better A Bare Foote Then None.

Gold Thou Mayst Safely Touch; But If It Stick Unto Thy Hands, It Woundeth To The Quick.

One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But Helpes His Fellowes.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening

Envy Not Greatness: For Thou Mak'st Thereby Thyself The Worse, And So The Distance Greater.