Wouldst Thou Both Eat Thy Cake And

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.

He That Contemplates Hath A Day Without Night.

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.