He That Hath One Foot In The

There Is An Hour Wherein A Man Might Be Happy All His Life, Could He Find It.

Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

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.

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]