It Is Folly To Put The Plough

Hungry Bellies Have No Ears. [fr., La Ventre Affame N'point D'oreilles.]

I Never Sleep In Comfort Save When I Am Hearing A Sermon Or Praying To God.

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.

Death Is The Vast Perhaps.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.