To Sing Of Wars, Of Captains, And

To Sing Of Wars, Of Captains, And Of Kings/of Cities Founded, Common-wealths Begun/for My Mean Pen Are Too Superior Things.

I Happy Am, If Well With You.

My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

He That Would Be Content With A Mean Condition Must Not Cast His Eye Upon One That Is In A Far Better Estate Than Himself, But Let Him Look Upon Him That Is Lower Than He Is, And, If He See That Such A One Bears Poverty Comfortably, It Will Help To Quiet Him.

I Am Obnoxious To Each Carping Tongue Who Says My Hand A Needle Better Fits.