The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

Hee That Bewailes Himselfe Hath The Cure In His Hands.

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.

The Reasons Of The Poore Weigh Not. [the Reasons Of The Poor Weigh Not.]

Summe Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day; And In The Morning What Thou Hast To Do. Dresse And Undresse Thy Soul; Mark The Decay And Growth Of It; If, With Thy Watch, That Too Be Down Then Winde Up Both; Since We Shall Be Most Surely Judg'd, Make Thy Accounts Agree.

Before You Make A Friend, Eate A Bushell Of Salt With Him.