Losse Embraceth Shame.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

The Bird Loves Her Nest.

That Which Sufficeth Is Not Little.

The Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speakes. [the Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speaks.]

He That Is Once Borne, Once Must Dy.