God Comes To See Without

He That Deales In The World Needes Foure Seeves.

To Go Where The King Goes Afoot (i.e. To The Stool).

Let Thy Mind's Sweetness Have Its Operation Upon Thy Body, Clothes, And Habitation.

Beauty Drawes More Then Oxen.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.