Praise A Hill, But Keepe

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.

Every Thing New Is Fine.

If You Walk On Snow You Cannot Hide Your Footprints.

Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.