A Wise Man Cares Not

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

A Married Man Turns His Staffe Into A Stake.

Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To Bed.

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

A Verse May Find Him, Who A Sermon Flies, And Turn Delight Into A Sacrifice.