Gossips Are Frogs, They Drinke And Talke.

God Sends A Curst Cow Short Horns.

The Mr. Absent, And The House Dead.

It Is A Great Victory That Comes Without Blood.

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.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.