Every One Thinkes His Sacke Heaviest.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.

Hee That Brings Good Newes Knockes Hard.

Good Land, Evill Way.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

Love Makes A Good Eye Squint.