The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The

Man And Wife Make One Fool.

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.

Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But No Ill Can Happen To A Good Man.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.