Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes

You Cannot Hide An Eele In A Sacke.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

In Sports And Journeys Men Are Knowne. [in Sports And Journeys Men Are Known.]

If Great Men Would Have Care Of Little Ones, Both Would Last Long.

To Deceive Ones Selfe Is Very Easie.