The Charges Of Building And Making Of

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

The Cow Knows Not What Her Tail Is Worth Till She Has Lost It.

The Lame Goes As Farre As Your Staggerer. [the Lame Goes As Far As Your Staggerer.]

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?