He That Hath One Foot In The

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

Hee Lookes Not Well To Himselfe That Lookes Not Ever.

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]

Before You Make A Friend, Eate A Bushell Of Salt With Him.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]