Good Is God, But Better

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

He That Sends A Foole Expects One.