A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

The Love Of Wicked Men Converts To Fear; That Fear To Hate, And Hate Turns One Or Both To Worthy Danger And Deserved Death.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.