The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body

In The House Of A Fidler, All Fiddle. [in The House Of The Fiddler All Fiddle.]

He That Is His Owne Counsellor Knowes Nothing Sure But What Hee Hath Laid Out.

Where You Thinke There Is Bacon, There Is No Chimney.

To A Fair Day Open The Window, But Make You Ready As To A Foule.

Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes To Young Men.