Pardon All But Thy Selfe. [pardon All

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.

Sleepe Without Supping, And Wake Without Owing.

Teach Me, My God And King In All Things Thee To See And What I Do In Anything To Do It As For Thee

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

When A Lackey Comes To Hells Doore, The Devills Locke The Gates.