There Is No Body Will

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

Presse A Stick, And It Seemes A Youth.

Ships Feare Fire More Then Water. [ships Fear Fire More Than Water.]

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

Hee That Makes Himself A Sheep, Shall Be Eat By The Wolfe.