Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For

Habit Maketh No Monk, Ne Wearing Of Gilt Spurs Maketh No Knight.

If Gold Rusts, What Then Can Iron Do?

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

Purity In Body And Heart May Please Some--as For Me, I Make No Boast. For, As You Know, No Master Of A Household Has All Of His Utensils Made Of Gold; Some Are Wood, And Yet They Are Of Use.

A Whetstone Is No Carving Instrument, And Yet It Maketh Sharp The Carving Tool; And If You See My Efforts Wrongly Spent, Eschew That Course And Learn Out Of My School; For Thus The Wise May Profit By The Fool, And Edge His Wit, And Grow More Keen And Wary, For Wisdom Shines Opposed To Its Contrary.