But Now I See Well The Old

And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

Though Ye Loue Not To Bye The Pyg In The Poke,yet Snatche Ye At The Poke, That The Pyg Is In,not For The Poke, But The Pyg Good Chepe To Wyn.

When The Iron Is Hot, Strike.

The Still Sowe Eats Up All The Draffe.

What Heart Can Think, Or Tongue Express, The Harm That Groweth Of Idleness?