The First Blow Is As

One Flower Makes No Garland.

Religion A Stalking Horse To Shoot Other Foul.

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.

The Apothecaries Morter Spoiles The Luters Musick.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.