Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know

Every Path Hath A Puddle.

Between The Businesse Of Life And The Day Of Death, A Space Ought To Be Interposed.

Hee That Knowes What May Bee Gained In A Day Never Steales.

Advise None To Marry Or Go To War.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.