What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not

The World Is Now Adayes, God Save The Conquerour.

Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut Off.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

All Is Well With Him, Who Is Beloved Of His Neighbours.

Wealth Is Like Rheume, It Falles On The Weakest Parts.