Men That Hazard All Do It In

Like One Who Having Into Truth, By Telling Of It, Made Such A Sinner Of His Memory, To Credit His Own Lie.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.