We Do It Soon Enough, If That

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.

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

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse Summons Griefe.