Woe be to him that reads but one book.

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

To a greedy eating horse a short halter.

To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise.

If you would bee at ease, all the world is not.

The healthfull man can give counsell to the sick.