Death To Life Is Crown Or Shame.

Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

The Teachers Of Our Law, And To Propose What Might Improve My Knowledge Or Their Own.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

But When Lust By Unchaste Looks, Loose Gestures, And Foul Talk, But Most By Lewd And Lavish Arts Of Sin, Lets In Defilement To The Inward Parts, The Soul Grows Clotted By Contagion, Imbodies And Imbrutes, Till She Quite Lose The Divine Property Of Her First Being.