Ill Vessels Seldome Miscarry.

Love Is Not Found In The Market.

In The House Of A Fidler, All Fiddle. [in The House Of The Fiddler All Fiddle.]

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.