An Old Mans Staffe Is The Rapper

One Paire Of Eares Drawes Dry An Hundred Tongues.

Get To Live; Then Live, And Use It; Else, It Is Not True That Thou Hast Gotten. Surely Use Alone Makes Money Not A Contemptible Stone.

Warre Is Deaths Feast.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

The Body Is More Drest Then The Soule.