The Body Is More Drest

Giving Is Dead, Restoring Very Sicke.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

A Good Heart Cannot Lye

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.