The Tongue Is Not Steele,

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

He Can Give Little To His Servant, That Lickes His Knife. [he Can Give Little To His Servant That Licks His Knife.]

Wealth Is Like Rheume, It Falles On The Weakest Parts.

He That Will Be Served Must Bee Patient.

It's A Proud Horse That Will Not Carry His Owne Provender.