Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]

States Have Their Conversions And Periods As Well As Naturall Bodies.

Warre Is Deaths Feast.

Better Suffer Ill, Then Doe Ill. [better Suffer Ill, Than Do Ill.]

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.