He That Will Learn To Pray, Let

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

Step By Step The Ladder Is Ascended.

To Deceive Ones Selfe Is Very Easie.

Though You Rise Early, Yet The Day Comes At His Time, And Not Till Then.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?