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A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

Learning Makes The Wise Wiser And The Fool More Foolish.

Every Animal Is Providentially Directed To The Use Of Its Proper Weapon.

I Love Thee Like Puddings; If Thou Wert Pie I'd Eat Thee.

He That Buys Land Buys Many Stones, He That Buys Flesh Buys Many Bones, He That Buys Eggs Buys Many Shells, But He That Buys Good Ale Buys Nothing Else.