Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

Greatness Of Name, In The Father, Ofttimes Helps Not Forth, But Overwhelms The Son: They Stand Too Near One Another. The Shadow Kills The Growth.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.