Wine-counsels Seldome Prosper.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

Great Paines Quickly Find Ease.

Where There Is No Honour, There Is No Griefe.