Death Keeps No Calendar.

Hee That Lives Ill, Feare Followes Him.

Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And Care Not For Cryes.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

When God Will Punish, Hee Will First Take Away The Understanding.

Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.