And While I At Length

Three May Keep Counsel, If Two Be Away.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

There Is No Fyre Without Some Smoke.

Let The World Slide, Let The World Go; A Fig For Care, And A Fig For Woe! If I Can't Pay, Why I Can Owe, And Death Makes Equal The High And Low.

Who Waiteth For Dead Man's Shoes Will Go Long Barefoot.