All Keyes Hang Not On One Girdle.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

To Be Too Busie Gets Contempt.

A Feather In Hand Is Better Then A Bird In The Ayre.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

All Are Presumed Good Till They Are Found At Fault.