To Deceive Ones Selfe Is Very Easie.

He That Serves, Must Serve.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

Honor And Profit Lie Not All In One Sack.

He That Is Not Handsome At 20, Nor Strong At 30, Nor Rich At 40, Nor Wise At 50, Will Never Be Handsome, Strong, Rich Or Wise.