Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes

Praise The Sea, But Keepe On Land.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is Fitting.

Greene Wood Makes A Hott Fire.

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.