Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.