Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.
All things in their beeing are good for something.
To deceive ones selfe is very easie.
The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes nothing to him but a little mony.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.