Well, As He Brews, So Shall He

The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.

Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty Men; But At Our Parting, We Will Be, As When We Innocently Met.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.