A Great Ship Asks Deep Water.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

He That Trusts In A Lie, Shall Perish In Truth.

A Poore Beauty Finds More Lovers Then Husbands.

Between The Businesse Of Life And The Day Of Death, A Space Ought To Be Interposed.

The Life Of Man Is A Winter Way.