The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body

The Crow Bewailes The Sheepe, And Then Eates It.

There's No Such Conquering Weapon As The Necessity Of Conquering.

He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe On Sunday.

I Was Taken By A Morsell, Saies The Fish. [i Was Taken By A Morsel, Says The Fish.]

Reason And Speech We Onely Bring.