Twas Never Merry World Since Lowly Feigning

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.