When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

He That Is Warme, Thinkes All So.

To Bee Beloved Is Above All Bargaines.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.