A Good Wit Will Make Use Of

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.