Death Keepes No Calender.

Hee That Makes Himself A Sheep, Shall Be Eat By The Wolfe.

Wee Leave More To Do When Wee Dye, Then Wee Have Done.

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

Who Must Account For Himselfe And Others, Must Know Both.

There Is Great Force Hidden In A Sweet Command.