Men Say, Kinde Will Creepe Where It

Let The World Wagge, And Take Mine Ease In Myne Inne.

Beggars Can't Be Choosers.

And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

The Loss Of Wealth Is Loss Of Dirt, As Sages In All Times Assert; The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.