Time Trieth Troth In Every Doubt.

Beggars Should Be No Choosers.

And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.

Children Learne To Creepe Ere They Can Learne To Goe.

Every Cocke Is Proud On His Owne Dunghill.