Death Keepes No Calender.

Knowledge Is No Burden.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

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

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

If The Old Dog Barke He Gives Counsell. [if The Old Dog Barks, He Gives Counsel.]