Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

The Singing Man Keepes His Shop In His Throate.

Who Spits Against Heaven, It Falls In His Face.

They That Are Booted Are Not Alwaies Ready.

Hee That Tells His Wife Newes Is But Newly Married.