Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More. Sure He That Made Us With Such Large Discourse, Looking Before And After, Gave Us Not That Capability And God-like Reason To Fust In Us Unused.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.