He That Is Giddy Thinks

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.