We Must Recoile A Little,

A Good Pay-master Starts Not At Assurances.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

Frenzy, Heresie, And Jealovsie, Seldome Cured.

If The Mother Had Not Beene In The Oven, Shee Had Never Sought Her Daughter There.

Who Spits Against Heaven, It Falls In His Face.