Hope Is The Poor Man's Bread.

The Death Of A Young Wolfe Doth Never Come Too Soon.

Feare, The Bedle Of The Law.

Curtesie On One Side Only Lasts Not Long.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening