Fear Keepes And Looks To The Vineyard,

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

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

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

All Flesh Is Not Venison.