Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not

Send Not A Catt For Lard.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.

The Sight Of A Man Hath The Force Of A Lyon.

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

Follow Not Truth Too Near The Heels, Lest It Dash Out Thy Teeth.