To Have Money Is A Feare, Not

Much Spends The Traveller, More Then The Abider.

A Kinsman, A Friend, Or Whom You Intreate, Take Not To Serve You, If You Will Be Served Neately.

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

A Little Given Seasonably Excuses A Great Gift.

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.