Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew

Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes To Young Men.

Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will Hold Against The Power Of Gold.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Little Journeys And Good Cost Bring Safe Home.