Honour Without Profit Is A

He That Mockes A Cripple, Ought To Be Whole.

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

Fear Keepes And Looks To The Vineyard, And Not The Owner.

One Paire Of Eares Drawes Dry An Hundred Tongues.