A Snow Yeare, A Rich Yeare.

Benefits Please Like Flowers While They Are Fresh.

Every Bees Hony Is Sweet.

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.

The Law Is Not The Same At Morning And At Night.

Hee That Bewailes Himselfe Hath The Cure In His Hands.