Perversnes Makes One Squint Ey'd.

No Tye Can Oblige The Perfidious. [no Tie Can Oblige The Perfidious.]

He That Hath No Hony In His Pot, Let Him Have It In His Mouth.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

There Were No Ill Language, If It Were Not Ill Taken.

Only The Wearer Knows Where The Shoe Pinches.