For The Same Man To Be An

A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch Of His Master.

Forbeare Not Sowing Because Of Birds.

Love Is The True Price Of Love.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

Summe Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day; And In The Morning What Thou Hast To Do. Dresse And Undresse Thy Soul; Mark The Decay And Growth Of It; If, With Thy Watch, That Too Be Down Then Winde Up Both; Since We Shall Be Most Surely Judg'd, Make Thy Accounts Agree.