The Miserable Man Makes A Peny Of

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.

Fear Keepes And Looks To The Vineyard, And Not The Owner.

That Is Not Good Language Which All Understand Not.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.