We Live In An Age That Hath

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

Ships Feare Fire More Then Water. [ships Fear Fire More Than Water.]

The Life Of Spies Is To Know, Not Bee Known.

Of A New Prince, New Bondage.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.