All Truths Are Not To Be Told.

A Crooked Log Makes A Strait Fire.

The Gentle Hawke Halfe Mans Her Selfe.

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.

Better Suffer Ill, Then Doe Ill. [better Suffer Ill, Than Do Ill.]

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.