States Have Their Conversions And

Nothing Secure Unlesse Suspected.

If The Wise Erred Not, It Would Goe Hard With Fooles. [if The Wise Erred Not, It Would Go Hard With Fools.]

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

All Are Not Merry That Dance Lightly.