By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.

He That Is Not Handsome At 20, Nor Strong At 30, Nor Rich At 40, Nor Wise At 50, Will Never Be Handsome, Strong, Rich Or Wise.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

Halfe The World Knowes Not How The Other Halfe Lies.

A Sleepy Master Makes His Servant A Lowt.