It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

I'll Forbear; And Am Fallen Out With My More Headier Will To Take The Indisposed And Sickly Fit For The Sound Man.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

Liberty Plucks Justice By The Nose; The Baby Beats The Nurse, And Quite Athwart Goes All Decorum.