The Life Of Spies Is To Know,

To Seek These Things Is Lost Labour; Geese In An Oyle Pot, Fat Hogs Among Jews, And Wine In A Fishing Net.

Withough Danger You Cannot Go Beyond Danger.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

The Love Of Money And The Love Of Learning Rarely Meet.

When It Thunders, The Theefe Becomes Honest. [when It Thunders, The Thief Becomes Honest.]