A Wise Man Cares Not For What

A Verse May Find Him, Who A Sermon Flies, And Turn Delight Into A Sacrifice.

A Tyrant Is Most Tyrant To Himselfe.

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.

Reckon Right, And February Hath One And Thirty Daies.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.