To A Close Shorn Sheep, God Gives

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

In Doing We Learne. [in Doing We Learn.]

He That Sends A Foole Expects One.

Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou See Me Gathered.

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]