He Lives Unsafely, That Lookes Too Neere

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.

Do Not Wait; The Time Will Never Be 'just Right.' Start Where You Stand, And Work With Whatever Tools You May Have At Your Command, And Better Tools Will Be Found As You Go Along.