Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.