Folly Often Goes Beyond Her Bounds, But

Man And Wife Make One Fool.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

Wine It Is The Milk Of Venus, And The Poet's Horse Accounted: Ply It And You All Are Mounted.

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.

I Am Beholden To Calumny, That She Hath So Endeavored To Belie Me.-it Shall Make Me Set A Surer Guard On Myself, And Keep A Better Watch Upon My Actions.