To Write A Verse Or Two Is

Take Heed Of Foul Dirty Wayes, And Long Sicknesse.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]

Teach Me, My God And King In All Things Thee To See And What I Do In Anything To Do It As For Thee

To Play At Chesse When The House Is On Fire.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]