It's A Proud Horse That Will Not

A Civil Guest Will No More Talk All, Than Eat All The Feast.

Wine Is A Turne-coate (first A Friend, Then An Enemy). [wine Is A Turncoat, First A Friend, Then An Enemy.]

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

A Master Of Straw Eates A Servant Of Steele.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.