For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive

He Is At No End Of His Actions Blestwhose Ends Will Make Him Greatest, And Not Best.

For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive Out Another, One Passion Doth Expel Another Still.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Make Ducks And Drakes With Shillings.

Fair Words Never Hurt The Tongue.