Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.