Beauty Drawes More Then Oxen.

Who Likes Not The Drinke, God Deprives Him Of Bread.

Never Was Strumpet Faire.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

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.

Honor And Profit Lie Not All In One Sack.