Wealth Is Like Rheume, It Falles On

Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

To Seek These Things Is Lost Labour; Geese In An Oyle Pot, Fat Hogs Among Jews, And Wine In A Fishing Net.

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.

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.