Castles Are Forrests Of Stones.

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

None Is Borne Master.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear.