The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.

I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.

Laugh, if thou art wise.