Send Not A Catt For Lard.

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.

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.

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

While The Discreet Advise, The Foole Doth His Busines. [while The Discreet Advise, The Fool Doth His Busines.]

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.