He That Feares Death Lives Not.

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.

He That Plaies His Mony Ought Not To Value It.

The Rich Knowes Not Who Is His Friend. [the Rich Knows Not Who Is His Friend.]