The Dog Gnawes The Bone Because He

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Chuse Not An House Neere An Lnne (viz. For Noise) Or In A Corner (for Filth).

Love Askes Faith, And Faith Firmenesse.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

For The Same Man To Be An Heretick And A Good Subject, Is Incompossible.