Praise Day At Night, And Life At

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse Summons Griefe.

There Were No Ill Language, If It Were Not Ill Taken.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.