A Gift Much Expected Is Paid, Not

Assaile Who Will, The Valiant Attends.

One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But Helpes His Fellowes.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

Whatsoever Was The Father Of A Disease, An Ill Diet Was The Mother.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.