Who Praiseth Saint Peter, Doth Not Blame

A Journying Woman Speakes Much Of All, And All Of Her.

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

Summe Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day; And In The Morning What Thou Hast To Do. Dresse And Undresse Thy Soul; Mark The Decay And Growth Of It; If, With Thy Watch, That Too Be Down Then Winde Up Both; Since We Shall Be Most Surely Judg'd, Make Thy Accounts Agree.

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.