A Verse May Find Him, Who A

Wisedome Hath One Foot On Land, And Another On Sea.

The Resolved Mind Hath No Cares.

God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

Armour Is Light At Table.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?