An Old Mans Staffe Is

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

Divine Grace Was Never Slow.

Wisedome Hath One Foot On Land, And Another On Sea.

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.