Wisdom With An Inheritance Is Good, But

Satan, That Great Angler, Hath His Sundry Baits For Sundry Tempers Of Men, Which They All Catch Greedily At, But Few Perceive The Hook Till It Be Too Late.

Sweet Words Are Like Honey, A Little May Refresh, But Too Much Gluts The Stomach.

I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue Who Says My Hand A Needle Better Fits.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

My Age I Will Not Once Lament, / But Sing, My Time So Near Is Spent.