Drought Never Brought Dearth.

Let Not Him That Feares Feathers Come Among Wild-foule.

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

Losse Embraceth Shame.

Exalted Manna, Gladness Of The Best, Heaven In Ordinary, Man Well Drest.