Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

Praise A Hill, But Keepe Below.

A Shippe And A Woman Are Ever Repairing.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.