Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.

Hee That Lives Well Is Learned Enough.

In A Great River Great Fish Are Found, But Take Heede, Lest You Bee Drowned.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

You Must Strike In Measure, When There Are Many To Strike On One Anvile.