All's Well That Ends Well.

It Is A Poor Dog That Is Not Worth The Whistling

Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe Long Barefoote.

Children Learne To Creepe Ere They Can Learne To Goe.

Let The World Wagge, And Take Mine Ease In Myne Inne.

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.