Count Not Fowre Except You Have Them

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

The Apothecaries Morter Spoiles The Luters Musick.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

Wee Know Not Who Lives Or Dies.

Faire Language Grates Not The Tongue.