Better Speake Truth Rudely, Then Lye Covertly.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

He That Hath No Good Trade, It Is To His Losse.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Patience, Time And Money Accommodate All Things.