Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest

For The Uttering Sweetly And Properly The Conceit Of The Mind, English Hath It Equally With Any Other Tongue In The World.

The Heavens Do Not Send Good Haps In Handfuls; But Let Us Pick Out Our Good By Little, And With Care, From Out Much Bad, That Still Our Little World May Know Its King.

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.

The Observances Of The Church Concerning Feasts And Fasts Are Tolerably Well Kept, Since The Rich Keep The Feasts And The Poor The Fasts.