Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
He cannot be vertuous that is not rigorous.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.
He that is his owne Counsellor knowes nothing sure but what hee hath laid out.
Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.