Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]

Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

In The House Of A Fidler, All Fiddle. [in The House Of The Fiddler All Fiddle.]

A Hundredload Of Worry Will Not Pay An Ounce Of Debt.