Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

The Language I Have Learnt These Forty Years, My Native English, Now I Must Forgo; And Now My Tongue's Use Is To Me No More Than An Unstringed Viol Or A Harp, Or Like A Cunning Instrument Cased Up Or, Being Open, Put Into His Hands That Knows No Touch To Tune The Harmony.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.