Pull Downe Your Hatt On The Winds

Good Land, Evill Way.

Waight And Measure Take Away Strife.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.