The World Is Now Adayes, God Save

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

He That Hath Lands Hath Quarrells.

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.