The Cholerick Man Never Wants Woe.

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

Unsound Minds Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poyson. [unsound Minds, Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poison.]

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

He Plaies Well That Winnes. [he Plays Well That Wins.]