As The Yeere Is, Your Pot Must

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

To Gaine Teacheth How To Spend. [to Gain Teacheth How To Spend.]

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

The Absent Partie Is Still Faultie.