For Washing His Hands, None Sels His

To Deceive Ones Selfe Is Very Easie.

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.

The Slothful Is The Servant Of The Counters.

Evening Words Are Not Like To Morning.

When You Enter Into A House, Leave The Anger Ever At The Doore.