When One Is On Horsebacke Hee Knowes

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.

A Disarmed Peace Is Weake.