A Woman Hath Nine Lives Like A

A Short Horse Is Soone Currid.

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.

What A Time Herbs And Weeds, And Such Things Could Talk, A Man In His Garden One Day Did Walk, Spying A Nettle Green (as Th'emeraude) Spread In A Bed Of Roses Like The Ruby Red. Between Which Two Colors He Thought, But His Eye, The Green Nettle Did The Red Rose Beautify. "how Be It," He Asked The Nettle, "what Thing Made Him So Pert? So Nigh The Rose To Spring.

It Will Not Out Of The Flesh That Is Bred In The Bone.

Praie And Shifte Eche One For Him Selfe, As He Can.euery Man For Him Selfe, And God For Us All.