One Hour's Sleep Before Midnight Is Worth

An Idle Head Is A Boxe For The Winde.

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.

All Griefes With Bread Are Lesse.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

If Thou Thy Selfe Canst Doe It, Attend No Others Helpe Or Hand.