...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.