The Eyes Have One Language

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.

Hee That Keepes His Owne Makes Warre.

Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Who Likes Not The Drinke, God Deprives Him Of Bread.