He that riseth late, must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night.
He that raises a large Family, does indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand, as Watts says, a broader Mark for Sorrow; but then he stands a broader Mark for Pleasure too.
He that lives upon Hope will die fasting.
He that hath no ill Fortune will be troubled with good.
He that has not got a Wife, is not yet a compleat Man.
He that falls in love with himself, will have no Rivals.
He that cannot obey, cannot command.
He that can have Patience, can have what he will.
He that can compose himself, is wiser than he that composes books.
He that by the Plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.
He is ill cloth’d, who is bare of Virtue.
He is a Governor that governs his Passions, and he a Servant that serves them.