Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In

Three Helping One Another, Beare The Burthen Of Sixe. [three Helping One Another, Bear The Burden Of Six.]

Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy Watering Pot.

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?

Step By Step The Ladder Is Ascended.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.