Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Though God Take The Sunne Out Of The Heaven, Yet We Must Have Patience.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

Who Must Account For Himselfe And Others, Must Know Both.

Beauty Draws More Than Oxen.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.