The Tree That God Plants, No Winde

Of A New Prince, New Bondage.

Aske Much To Have A Little.

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

Hee Wrongs Not An Old Man That Steales His Supper From Him.