Warre Is Deaths Feast.

None Is So Wise, But The Foole Overtakes Him.

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]

The Blind Eate Many A Flie. [the Blind Eat Many A Fly.]

Give A Clown Your Finger, And He Will Take Your Hand.

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.