One Foole Makes A Hundred.

Who Likes Not The Drinke, God Deprives Him Of Bread.

Thou Hast Death In Thy House, And Dost Bewaile Anothers.

The Ofspring Of Those That Are Very Young, Or Very Old, Lasts Not.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Love Is Not Found In The Market.