Woe Be To Him That

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

Weening Is Not Measure.

Ill Vessels Seldome Miscarry.