While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

Nay, Do Not Think I Flatter. For What Advancement May I Hope From Thee, That No Revenue Hast But Thy Good Spirits To Feed And Clothe Thee? Why Should The Poor Be Flattered?

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow

Divers Philosophers Hold That The Lips Is Parcel Of The Mouth.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.