If You Would Bee At Ease, All

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.

No Love Is Foule, Nor Prison Fair.

The Back-doore Robs The House.

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

Knowledge Is But Folly Unless It Is Guided By Grace.