Half The World Knows Not

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Wine Makes All Sorts Of Creatures At Table.

Hee Looseth Nothing, That Looseth Not God.

Every Sin Brings Its Punishment With It.