He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must

To Go Where The King Goes Afoot (i.e. To The Stool).

Better Never Begin Than Never Make An End.

The Honey Is Sweet, But The Bee Stings.

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.