Everyone Thinks His Sack Heaviest.

Take Heed Of A Young Wench, A Prophetesse, And A Lattin Bred Woman.

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.

A Child Correct Behind And Not Before.

Such A Saint, Such An Offering.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.