Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one.

To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.

Fooles give to please all but their owne.

Tis hard to be wretched, but worse to be knowne so.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.

We do it soon enough, if that we do be well.