Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe

Let The World Wagge, And Take Mine Ease In Myne Inne.

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

Much Water Goeth By The Millthat The Miller Knoweth Not Of.

All Things On Earth Thus Change, Some Up, Some Down; Content's A Kingdom, And I Wear That Crown.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Faire Words.