To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde

Better Spare To Have Of Thine Own, Then Aske Of Other Men. [better Spare To Have Of Thine Own Than Ask Of Other Men.]

Least At Thine Own Things Laugh.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Surely If Each One Saw Another's Heart, There Would Be No Commerce, No Sale Or Bargain Pass: All Would Disperse And Live Apart.