After So Many Deaths I Live And

A Coole Mouth, And Warme Feet, Live Long.

Good Is The Mora That Makes All Sure.

Be Not Too Presumptuously Sure In Any Business; For Things Of This World Depend On Such A Train Of Unseen Chances That If It Were In Man's Hands To Set The Tables, Still He Would Not Be Certain To Win The Game.

Hee That Bewailes Himselfe Hath The Cure In His Hands.

Every One Stretcheth His Legges According To His Coverlet. [every One Stretches His Legs According To His Coverlet.]