He Pares His Apple That Will Cleanly

The Noise Is Greater Then The Nuts.

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.

He Puls With A Long Rope, That Waits For Anothers Death.

Play With A Foole At Home, And He Will Play With You In The Market.

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