Sum Up At Night What Thou Hast

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

You May Bring A Horse To The River, But He Will Drinke When And What He Pleaseth.

Shewa Good Man His Errour And He Turnes It To A Vertue, But An Ill, It Doubles His Fault.

The Offender Never Pardons.

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.