I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost

What Is Thine Is Mine, And All Mine Is Thine. [lat., Quod Tuum'st Meum'st; Omne Meum Est Autem Tuum.]

It Well Becomes A Young Man To Be Modest.

No One Can Be So Welcome A Guest That He Will Not Become An Annoyance When He Has Stayed Three Continuous Days In A Friend's House. [lat., Hospes Nullus Tam In Amici Hospitium Diverti Potest, Quin Ubi Triduum Continuum Fuerit Jam Odiosus Siet.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.

Bad Conduct Soils The Finest Ornament More Than Filth.