To Write A Verse Or

One Hand Washeth Another, And Both The Face.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.

What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not Be Told By Councell.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.