Hee Is Not Free That Drawes His

Discreet Women Have Neither Eyes Nor Eares. [discreet Women Have Neither Eyes Nor Ears.]

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Pardon All But Thy Selfe. [pardon All But Thyself.]

Every Bees Hony Is Sweet.

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.