The Comforters Head Never Akes.

The Blind Eate Many A Flie. [the Blind Eat Many A Fly.]

If You Would Bee At Ease, All The World Is Not.

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

A Wise Man Needes Not Blush For Changing His Purpose.