Ill Natures, The More You

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

A Good Mother Is Worth Hundreds Of Schoolmasters.