Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.

Who Would Doe Ill Ne're Wants Occasion.

No Barber Shaves So Close But Another Finds Worke.

God's Breath In Man Returning To His Birth, The Soul In Paraphrase, Heart In Pilgrimage.

Long Jesting Was Never Good.