...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth,

Whatever Comes Out Of Despair Cannot Bear The Title Of Valor, Which Should Be Lifted Up To Such A Height That Holding All Things Under Itself, It Should Be Able To Maintain Its Greatness, Even In The Midst Of Miseries.

Indeed, The Roman Laws Allowed No Person To Be Carried To The Wars But He That Was In The Soldiers Roll.

The Ingredients Of Health And Long Life, Are Great Temperance, Open Air, Easy Labor, And Little Care.

Truth Is The Ground Of Science, The Centre Wherein All Things Repose, And Is The Type Of Eternity.

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.