After The House Is Finisht, Leave It.

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

One Foole Makes A Hundred.

Wee Know Not Who Lives Or Dies.

But Who Does Hawk At Eagles With A Dove?

Hee Is A Foole That Thinks Not That Another Thinks.