Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy

The World Is Now Adayes, God Save The Conquerour.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.

There Is An Hour Wherein A Man Might Be Happy All His Life, Could He Find It.