Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Therefore The Moon, The Governess Of Floods, Pale In Her Anger Washes All The Air, That Rheumatic Diseases Do Abound; And Through This Distemperature We See The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.