To Bee Beloved Is Above All Bargaines.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

Sum Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.