The Wolfe Knowes, What The Ill Beast

To Live Peaceably With All Breedes Good Blood.

Foolish Tongues Talke By The Dozen.

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

Wee Know Not Who Lives Or Dies.