The Eye Will Have His Part.

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.

Feare, The Bedle Of The Law.

No Barber Shaves So Close But Another Finds Worke.

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

The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point Forwards.