To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

When Children Stand Quiet, They Have Done Some Ill.

Love And Businesse Teach Eloquence.