To Write A Verse Or Two Is

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

A Master Of Straw Eates A Servant Of Steele.

Whose House Is Of Glass, Must Not Throw Stones At Another.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.