Death Keepes No Calender.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

Count Not Fowre Except You Have Them In A Wallett.

Take Heed Of The Wrath Of A Mighty Man, And The Tumult Of The People.

Every One Is Witty For His Owne Purpose.

The Wolfe Knowes, What The Ill Beast Thinkes.