Threatned Men Eat Bread, Says The Spaniard.

Old Men, When They Scorne Young, Make Much Of Death. [old Men, When They Scorn Young, Make Much Of Death.]

Punishment Is Lame, But It Comes.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

For Washing His Hands, None Sels His Lands.

Faire Language Grates Not The Tongue.