He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe

Hee That Is A Master Must Serve (another).

Death Keepes No Calender.

The Command Of Custome Is Great.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.