Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

Marry Your Sonne When You Will; Your Daughter When You Can. [marry Your Son When You Will, Your Daughter When You Can.]

Honour And Profit Lie Not In One Sacke. [honour And Profit Lie Not In One Sack.]

There Is More Talke Then Trouble.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.

Who Hath No More Bread Then Neede, Must Not Keepe A Dog.