Hee That Goes To Bed Thirsty Riseth

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

He That Hath Time And Looks For Better Time, Time Comes That He Repents Himself Of Time.

By No Means Run In Debt: Take Thine Own Measure, Who Cannot Live On Twenty Pound A Year, Cannot On Forty.

Life Without A Friend Is Death Without A Witnesse. [life Without A Friend Is Death Without A Witness.]