A Noble Plant Suites Not

He That Is Once Borne, Once Must Dy.

Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]