It's A Proud Horse That Will Not

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.

Where The Drink Goes In, There The Wit Goes Out.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

Marry A Widdow Before She Leave Mourning.

It Is Very Hard To Shave An Egge. [it Is Very Hard To Shave An Egg.]