Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What

A Caske And An Ill Custome Must Be Broken.

A Little Labour, Much Health.

He That Cannot Forgive Others, Breaks The Bridge Over Which He Himself Must Pass If He Would Ever Reach Heaven; For Everyone Has Need To Be Forgiven.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

He That Lies With The Dogs, Riseth With Fleas.