In Time Comes He Whom God Sends.

Good Is God, But Better Carries It.

That Which Will Not Be Spun, Let It Not Come Betweene The Spindle And The Distaffe.

Every Bees Hony Is Sweet.

Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

Get To Live; Then Live, And Use It; Else, It Is Not True That Thou Hast Gotten. Surely Use Alone Makes Money Not A Contemptible Stone.