Praise The Sea, But Keepe On Land.

Never Was A Miser A Brave Soul.

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.