He That Riseth First, Is First Drest.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Little Pitchers Have Wide Eares. [little Pitchers Have Wide Ears.]

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Prayers And Provender Hinder No Journey. [prayers And Provender Hinder No Man's Journey.]

Hee That Dines And Leaves, Layes The Cloth Twice.