Gamsters And Race-horses Never Last

Hee That Doth What Hee Will, Doth Not What He Ought.

Step By Step The Ladder Is Ascended.

Though God Take The Sunne Out Of The Heaven, Yet We Must Have Patience.

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

Withough Danger You Cannot Go Beyond Danger.