Comfort's In Heaven, And We

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.