Fear Keepes And Looks To The Vineyard,

Fooles Bite One Another, But Wise-men Agree Together.

There Are Three Waies, The Vniversities, The Sea, The Court.

The Italians Are Wise Before The Deede, The Germanes In The Deede, The French After The Deede. [the Italians Are Wise Before The Deed, The Germens In The Deed, The French After The Deed.]

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.