Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.