A Woman Hath Nine Lives Like A

Thrée Maie A Kepe Counsayle, If Two Be Away.

Look Before You Leap.

It Is A Poor Dog That Is Not Worth The Whistling

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

And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.