All That Shakes Falles Not.

Good Workmen Are Seldom Rich.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Hee That Would Be A Gentleman, Let Him Goe To An Assault.

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.