A Blustering Night, A Faire Day. [a

Quick Beleevers Neede Broad Shoulders.

None Is Offended But By Himselfe.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

Pardons And Pleasantnesse Are Great Revenges Of Slanders.

A Bad Workman Quarrels With His Tools.