Ill Ware Is Never Cheape. [ill Ware

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Labour As Long Liu'd, Pray As Even Dying. [labor As Long-lived, Pray As Ever Dying.]