Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.

Nothing Lasts But The Church.

We Are Fooles One To Another.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.