The Blind Eate Many A Flie. [the

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.

Castles Are Forrests Of Stones.

One Foote Is Better Then Two Crutches.

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.

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.