The Bird Loves Her Nest.

When All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Bee Much. [when All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Be Much.]

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

You Cannot Make The Fire So Low But It Will Get Out.