Much Spends The Traveller, More Then The

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

One Mouth Doth Nothing Without Another.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

In A Retreat The Lame Are Formost. [in A Retreat The Lame Are Foremost.]

Love Your Neighbor, Yet Pull Not Down Your Hedge.