The Yeare Doth Nothing Else But Open

Though You See A Church-man Ill, Yet Continue In The Church Still.

Armour Is Light At Table.

Man Is All Symmetry, Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another.

Take Heed Of A Young Wench, A Prophetesse, And A Lattin Bred Woman.

In The Kingdome Of A Cheater The Wallet Is Carried Before.