I Escaped The Thunder, And Fell Into

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Hee That Looseth His Due, Gets Not Thankes.

At The Games End We Shall See Who Gaines.

The Yeare Doth Nothing Else But Open And Shut.

All Truths Are Not To Be Told.