The Chicken Is The Country's, But The

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

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

To Review Ones Store Is To Mow Twice.

One Foole Makes A Hundred.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.