A Married Man Turns His Staffe Into

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

A Noble Plant Suites Not With A Stubborne Ground.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.