And Peradventure We Have More Cause To

If The Lion Knew His Own Strength, Hard Were It For Any Man To Rule Him.

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

A Drowning Man Will Clutch At A Straw.

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets.

There Are Dreadful Punishments Enacted Against Thieves, But It Were Much Better To Make Such Good Provisions By Which Every Man Might Be Put In A Method How To Live, And So Be Preserved From The Fatal Necessity Of Stealing And Of Dying For It.