My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

Old Time The Clock-setter.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.