Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His

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

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die

Lord, 'tis Thy Plenty-dropping Hand That Soils My Land, And Giv'st Me For My Bushel Sowne Twice Ten For One. All This, And Better, Thou Dost Send Me, To This End, That I Should Render, For My Part, A Thankful Heart.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.