The Life Of Spies Is To Know,

Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

He That Hath Not The Craft, Let Him Shut Up Shop.

A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave Complexion.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]