Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

It Is Good To Have Some Friends Both In Heaven And Hell.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

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

Waight And Measure Take Away Strife.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.