We Must Recoile A Little, To The

Praise A Hill, But Keepe Below.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]

Modesty Sets Off One Newly Come To Honour.

There Are Three Waies, The Vniversities, The Sea, The Court.