All Came From, And Will Goe To

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.

Nothing Lasts But The Church.

He That Gives All Before Hee Dies Provides To Suffer.

An Upbraided Morsell Never Choaked Any.

The Groundsell Speakes Not Save What It Heard At The Hinges.