Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne

Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And Care Not For Cryes.

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive With Him.

In The Kingdome Of Blind Men The One Ey'd Is King. [in The Kingdom Of Blind Men The One Eyed Is King.]