A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And

Summe Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day; And In The Morning What Thou Hast To Do. Dresse And Undresse Thy Soul; Mark The Decay And Growth Of It; If, With Thy Watch, That Too Be Down Then Winde Up Both; Since We Shall Be Most Surely Judg'd, Make Thy Accounts Agree.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Hee That Tells His Wife Newes Is But Newly Married.

The Wine In The Bottle Does Not Quench Thirst.

Fortune To One Is Mother, To Another Is Step-mother.