If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow

Fear Keepes And Looks To The Vineyard, And Not The Owner.

He That Is Fallen Cannot Helpe Him That Is Downe. [he That Is Fallen Cannot Help Him That Is Down.]

Souldiers In Peace Are Like Chimneys In Summer.

Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]