He Hath No Leisure Who

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Take Heed Of The Wrath Of A Mighty Man, And The Tumult Of The People.

Hee That Marries For Wealth Sells His Liberty.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.