May my lord and master be, slavened by thy potency […]

But true it is that when the oyle is ſpent, / The light goes out, and weeke is throwne away;

And though there seem nothing improbable in the seed, it hath not succeeded by sation in any manner of ground, wherein we had no reason to despair, since we reade of vegetable horns, and how Rams horns will root about Goa.

[…]in his discourse on the heinous sins of chowsing, cheating, and defrauding one's neighbours,[…]