Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From

A Valiant Man Ought Not To Undergo, Or Tempt A Danger, But Worthily, And By Selected Ways, He Undertakes With Reason, Not By Chance. His Valor Is The Salt T' His Other Virtues, They're All Unseason'd Without It.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.

The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The Prodigal Will Have None Shortly.