I Wonder That You Will

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

Barnes Are Blessings.