One Slumber Finds Another.

What One Day Gives Us, Another Takes Away From Us. [what One Day Gives, Another Takes Away From Us.]

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).

Old Wine, And An Old Friend, Are Good Provisions.