The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

Storms Make Oaks Take Deeper Root.

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.

A Diligent Scholer, And The Master's Paid. [a Diligent Scholar, And The Master's Paid.]