Hee That Comes Of A Hen Must

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

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

He That Will Be Served Must Bee Patient.

Music Helps Not The Toothache.