Quick Beleevers Neede Broad Shoulders.

Nothing Lasts But The Church.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

Soft And Faire Goes Farre.

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.