Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His

Praise Day At Night, And Life At The End.

Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.

Musick Helps Not The Tooth-ach.

Not Only Ought Fortune To Be Pictured On A Wheel, But Every Thing Else In This World.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.