What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not

They That Know One Another Salute A Farre Off.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

The Best Mirror Is An Old Friend.

He--the Country Parson--is Not Witty Or Learned Or Eloquent, But Holy.

No Alchymy To Saving.