Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It Selfe For Another.

None Is A Fool Always, Everyone Sometimes.

Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

All Is Well With Him, Who Is Beloved Of His Neighbours.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]