Some Men Plant An Opinion They Seem

The Cholerick Man Never Wants Woe.

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.

Water, Fire, And Souldiers, Quickly Make Roome. [water, Fire, And Soldiers Quickly Make Room.]

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.