Death Keepes No Calender.

The Wolfe Eats Oft Of The Sheep That Have Been Warn'd.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Living Well Is The Best Revenge.

Faire Language Grates Not The Tongue.