Put Money In Thy Purse.

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.