Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

He Complaines Wrongfully On The Sea That Twice Suffers Shipwrack.

Who Hath No More Bread Then Neede, Must Not Keepe A Dog.

Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.