The Life Of Spies Is To Know,

The Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Betweene Both. [the Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Between Both.]

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Two Sparrows On One Ear Of Corn Make An Ill Agreement.

You Must Strike In Measure, When There Are Many To Strike On One Anvile.

A Rugged Stone Growes Smooth From Hand To Hand.