A Caske And An Ill Custome Must

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.

Water A Farre Off Quencheth Not Fire.

Too Much Taking Heede Is Losse. [too Much Taking Heed Is Loss.]

The Ofspring Of Those That Are Very Young, Or Very Old, Lasts Not.