He That Mockes A Cripple, Ought To

Where There Is Peace, God Is.

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.

It Is Part Of A Poor Spirit To Undervalue Himself And Blush.

To Go Where The King Goes Afoot (i.e. To The Stool).

Long Jesting Was Never Good.