The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.

First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

If Gold Ruste, What Shall Iren Do?

And So It Is In Politics, Dear Brother, Each For Himself Alone, There Is No Other.

I Hold A Mouses Wit Not Worth A Leke, That Hath But On Hole For To Sterten To.

One Eare It Heard, At The Other Out It Went.