Life Is Half Spent Before We Know

Pardon All But Thy Selfe. [pardon All But Thyself.]

Where You Thinke There Is Bacon, There Is No Chimney.

The Rage Of A Wild Boar Is Able To Spoil More Then One Wood.

Still Fisheth He That Catcheth One.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.