Sum Up At Night What Thou Hast

A Feather In Hand Is Better Then A Bird In The Ayre.

The Love Of Money And The Love Of Learning Rarely Meet.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Praise Day At Night, And Life At The End.