He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe

The Death Of A Young Wolfe Doth Never Come Too Soon.

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.

My House, My House, Though Thou Art Small, Thou Art To Me The Escurial.

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

Prayers And Provender Hinder No Journey. [prayers And Provender Hinder No Man's Journey.]