Every Mile Is Two In

All Things In Their Beeing Are Good For Something.

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

The Fox, When Hee Cannot Reach The Grapes, Saies They Are Not Ripe.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.