Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not

Not Only Ought Fortune To Be Pictured On A Wheel, But Every Thing Else In This World.

A Caske And An Ill Custome Must Be Broken.

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

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

Marry A Widdow Before She Leave Mourning.