To Deceive Ones Selfe Is

Promising Is The Eve Of Giving.

A Wolfe Will Never Make War Against Another Wolfe.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

He That Sowes Trusts In God.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.