To Fine Folkes A Little Ill Finely

Of A New Prince, New Bondage.

Quick Beleevers Neede Broad Shoulders.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]

He--the Country Parson--is Not Witty Or Learned Or Eloquent, But Holy.