Every One Thinkes His Sacke Heaviest.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.

Some Had Rather Lose Their Friend Then Their Jest.

He That Lends, Gives.

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.

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.