The Goate Must Browse Where She Is

To Have Money Is A Feare, Not To Have It A Griefe.

Honor And Profit Lie Not All In One Sack.

All Came From, And Will Goe To Others.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.