Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.