There Were No Ill Language, If It

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

He That Knows Nothing Doubts Nothing.

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]

A Feather In Hand Is Better Then A Bird In The Ayre.

To The Counsell Of Fooles A Woodden Bell.