Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

That Is Not Good Language Which All Understand Not.

When Once Thy Foot Enters The Church, Be Bare. God Is More There Than Thou: For Thou Art There Only By His Permission. Then Beware, That Leads From Earth To Heaven.

Weening Is Not Measure.

Give Loosers Leave To Talke.