He Cannot Be Vertuous That Is Not

With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes Undoe Us.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

A Faire Death Honours The Whole Life.

Giving Much To The Poore, Doth Inrich A Mans Store. [giving Much To The Poor Doth Increase A Man's Store.]