Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To Bed.

The Singing Man Keepes His Shop In His Throate.

Be Not Too Presumptuously Sure In Any Business; For Things Of This World Depend On Such A Train Of Unseen Chances That If It Were In Man's Hands To Set The Tables, Still He Would Not Be Certain To Win The Game.

Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes To Young Men.

Hee That Repaires Not A Part, Builds All.