The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point

The Hard Gives More Then He That Hath Nothing.

Feare Keepes The Garden Better Then The Gardiner.

There Is No Man, Though Never So Little, But Sometimes He Can Hurt.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.