Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head

There Is No Body Will Go To Hell For Company.

A Blustering Night, A Faire Day. [a Blustering Night, A Fair Day.]

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.

The Great Would Have None Great And The Little All Little.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]