The Wolfe knowes, what the ill beast thinkes.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
Hee a beast doth die, that hath done no good to his country.
The Jewes spend at Easter, the Moors at marriages, the Christians in sutes.
All beasts of prey are strong or treacherous.
The drunkard forfeits man and doth divest All wordly right, save what he hath by beast.
The Jews spend at Easter.
Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him mayst rise: That, as His death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.