The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say,

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.