Religion, Credit, And The Eye Are Not

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.

The World Is Now Adayes, God Save The Conquerour.

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

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

In The World Who Knowes Not To Swimme, Goes To The Bottome. [in The World, Who Knows Not To Swim Goes To The Bottom.]