Almes Never Make Poore.

Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy Watering Pot.

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

Every One Is Witty For His Owne Purpose.