Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto

He That Desires To Print A Book, Should Much More Desire, To Be A Book.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does Not Press Men; Christ Is Served With Voluntaries.

Goe And Catche A Falling Starre, Get With Child A Mandrake Root, Tell Me, Where All Past Yeares Are, Or Who Cleft The Divel's Foot. Teach Me To Hear Mermaides' Singing, Or To Keep Of Envies Stinging, And Finde What Winde Serves To Advance An Honest Minde.

In The First Minute That My Soul Is Infused, The Image Of God Is Imprinted In My Soul; So Forward Is God In My Behalf, And So Early Does He Visit Me.