The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.