The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.