In A Calm Sea Every Man Is

They That Make Laws Must Not Break Them.

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

The Heart Is The First Part That Quickens, And The Last That Dies.

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.

Feather By Feather The Goose Is Plucked.