Still Fisheth He That Catcheth One.

It's A Bold Mouse That Nestles In The Catts Eare.

None Is Offended But By Himselfe.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

The Constancy Of The Benefit Of The Yeere In Their Seasons Argues A Deity.

A Feather In Hand Is Better Then A Bird In The Ayre.