Make Hast To An Ill Way That

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

He That Respects Not Is Not Respected.

At The Games End We Shall See Who Gaines.

The Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speakes. [the Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speaks.]

Astrologie Is True, But The Astrologers Cannot Finde It.