A Married Man Turns His Staffe Into

He That Makes A Good War Makes A Good Peace.

Let Not Him That Feares Feathers Come Among Wild-foule.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.