If you could runne, as you drinke, you might catch a hare.

A good pay-master starts not at assurances.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

Evils have their comfort, good none can support.

He that riseth first, is first drest.

The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.

Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.