He That Goeth Farre Hath

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.

He That Thinks Amiss, Concludes Worse.

He That Goeth Farre Hath Many Encounters.

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.