Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

Doing, A Filthy Pleasure Is, And Short; And Done, We Straight Repent Us Of The Sport: Let Us Not Rush Blindly On Unto It, Like Lustful Beasts, That Only Know To Do It: For Lust Will Languish, And That Heat Decay, But Thus, Thus, Keeping Endless Holy-.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Council, Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself, Had A Fool For A Master.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.