It's More Paine To Doe Nothing Then

When One Is On Horsebacke Hee Knowes All Things.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

An Idle Youth, A Needy Age.

Whatever Is Made By The Hand Of Man, By The Hand Of Man May Be Overturned.