Night Is The Mother Of

Great Business Turns On A Little Pin.

It Is Good To Hold The Asse By The Bridle.

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.

He That Gives All Before Hee Dies Provides To Suffer.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?