Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.