He That Is Angry At

Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

Hee That Makes Himself A Sheep, Shall Be Eat By The Wolfe.

If You Must Flie, Flie Well.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?