A Servant With This Clause

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

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.

The Mill Gets By Going.

Hee Is A Foole That Thinks Not That Another Thinks.