Poverty Is No Sinne. [poverty Is No

Waight And Measure Take Away Strife.

Brabling Curres Never Want Torne Eares.

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

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.