None Saies His Garner Is

Who Would Have Thought My Shrivel'd Heart Could Have Recovered Greenness?

Hee That Doth What Hee Will, Doth Not What He Ought.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

He That Riseth First, Is First Drest.

Good Newes May Bee Told At Any Time, But Ill In The Morning.