They That Are Booted Are Not Alwaies

Divine Ashes Are Better Then Earthly Meale.

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

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Sink Not In Spirit; Who Aimeth At The Sky Shoots Higher Much Than He That Means A Tree.

If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive With Him.