Hee That Loves The Tree,

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Do Well And Right And Let The World Sink.

You Cannot Make The Fire So Low But It Will Get Out.

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

Never Had Ill Workeman Good Tooles.